Sparrowpaw | Male | 10 moons
Sparrowpaw as the younger apprentice bounced around, he felt a bit amused by her gleeful actions, and wished he could feel that happy. But his facial his expression and his eyes gave nothing away. Then he raised an eyebrow up just slightly in questioning as she suddenly stopped and tried her best to be serious. He didn't quite understand why she changed so quick, but it didn't really matter to him. "Yes, yes. Sparrowpaw is my name," he meowed, giving her a slow nod. "You're Specklepaw?" he questioned her, though he knew the answer. He noticed the kind of wishful expression she wore, as if she was hoping he'd be her friend. He did indeed feel like he could use a friend, but he was to reluctant to try. He was a seemingly jerky tom, and had a reputation for being rude. Specklepaw didn't know that though, she was a new apprentice. But she would soon enough. He only came off as rude as he was always on guard, and he didn't want others to know what he'd been through and think he was weak. Though he was sure he had gotten a few looks at where his scars lay since some-cat were suspicious about how he received them as a kit. Though he just answered that he got them from a thorn bush.
As Waspclaw spoke, Sparrowpaw was shaken out of his thoughts and he jerked his head towards her in a surprised manner. Quickly regaining himself he met her gaze and shrugged. It seemed she suspected that he hadn't gotten permission from his mentor, good thing she wasn't making him stay at camp. Nothing was more boring than that! Well that was good for him, and he wasn't about to just tell her he didn't even know where that darned mentor of his was. The thought of touring the territory was not a pleasant one to the tom, as he already had. But assessing your enemies again and again was good, and he could maybe sneak away to go hunting. Even if she said there would be time for hunting later, he supposed it would probably be fine if he only hunted one thing while they were out.
Lightningheart | Female | 24 moons
Lightningheart woke up slowly in the warriors' den with a big yawn. She drowsily looked around her, noticing she was the last to wake up. The she-cat chided herself silently, promising to wake up earlier next time. But she knew it would most likely never happen, she hardly woke up before anyone. Rising to her paws she started to stretch, swishing her tail in pleasure. Looking around the empty den she padded out, blinking in the light that greeted her.