Frosted Dreams

[mystic]

Mudkit
^{Logic is the beginning of wisdom; not the end}

Mudkit padded though the camp, heading towards the fresh kill pile. He was hungry and a mouse would be the perfect thing to hit the spot. He picked one up and gave a little half smirk. This was one thing he was going to miss, eating first. However when he was an apprentice it was his duty to eat last. He would make sure there was so much prey in the fresh kill pile that no cat would go hungry. He even had some ideas, Icenose had told him that mice and other animals ate seeds and nuts.

He began to eat and twitched his tail as he thought. What if cats collected berries and nuts before leaf bare. Then when it was cold and snowy out, and there was no food for prey. They could bring it out and put it on the ground. Then the prey would come to the food. It was a good idea in his mind. Maybe when he had a mentor he would talk to them about it.

Taking another bite of his meal he began to think about who his mentor would be. Maybe Sootwhisker, or even the leader. Whoever it was, Mudkit knew that he would serve to the best of his ability. It was his duty, and the logical thing do after all.

[Icy-son]

Swallowpaw ;; ThunderClan apprentice

`Cause you're hot then you're cold;
You're yes then you're no...

A single yawn, a few twitches, and the continuous rise and fall of her flank signaled the awakening of the oldest apprentice. Her light brown tabby fur ruffled against the cool breeze entering the den, her ears flattening against her skull. Her eyes flickered open, revealing the dark emerald shade underneath.

You're in then you're out,
You're up then you're down...

The she-cat tossed and turned in her nest, where the other apprentices should be. Duskpaw was gone, and Mudkit would be joining them shortly. The brown colored tom was six moons old today, and her younger brother would still be there for another two and a half moons. She seemed to grin, rising to her paws. The fresh scent of dawn reached her senses, and the familiar pelts she could remember.

You're wrong when its right,
Its black and its white...

She slowly padded out of her den, and toward the familiar steps toward the Nursery to visit her brother and mother, most of all was Mudkit. Who knew what he was thinking right now? Swallowpaw just couldn't figure it out right this moment. Her eyes scanned the camp, and she grinned as she saw the brown tom. She trotted into the Nursery, stopping a few mouse lengths away from him. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked, licking her paw and running it over her ear.

Song;; Hot and Cold by Katy Perry
Muse: A bit pumped, excited
Cat(s) used: Swallowpaw

[mystic]

Mudkit
^{Logic is the beginning of wisdom; not the end}

The young brown tom looked up from his meal and regarded the cat, flicking his right ear back as he pondered her question. Mudkit did a lot of thinking, and he was doing that right now, evidenced by the look on his face.

"There is nothing going on as you say." He finally mewed. "However I am eating, which would be me doing something. There will be something going on if Whitestar calls a clan meeting." He paused and eyed her up and down. "I am also considering ways to catch more prey in leaf bare. However that also is not something going on." He bent down to take another bite of mouse. "What are you doing, aside from talking to me?" he finally asked. Mudkit had a funny way of talking, he never used contractions and his speech sounded very formal for such a young kit.

[Icy-son]

Swallowpaw ;; ThunderClan Apprentice

And you overthink;
Always speak, cryptically

She took in what the eldest kit's words with much thought and comprehension. Mudkit had a way of twisting her words, and she enjoyed that almost all the time. The purely colored brown tom sparked a small connection, but more as a friend than a love. She would never tell him, and just grinned for the time being.

I should know,
That you're no good for me....

She nodded as his words reached her mind, and she grinned once again. "I see your way of thinking things through, and I respect that. And Whitestar should call a meeting shortly. Do you mind if help prepare you for your ceremony?" She offered, slowly laying down next to him.

Song: Hot and Cold by Katy Perry
Muse: Decent
Cat(s) used: Swallowpaw

[mystic]

Mudkit
^{Logic is the beginning of wisdom; not the end}

The brown kit blinked a few times. "That would be greatly appreciated. I believe that Icenose had left the camp area to go hunting." He added. He never referred to his surrogate mother by anything but her name. "It would be respectful to look my best upon becoming an apprentice, though it does seem... vain to me." He paused and looked at the she-cat.

"It will be... pleasant... to share a den with you again." He mewed. "I consider you a very close friend." He told her, expressing his feelings as much as he could. "Though we are not related, you are as family to me. Like Icenose is." he allowed himself a little smile. "And I am grateful for your help in preparation. Who do you think will be chosen to mentor me?"

[Deleted]

Well, there was his sister.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Reedkit stepped cautiously out of the nursery and stood warily beside his sister, who was incidentally his closest friend. He didn't really have any other friends. Not real ones. Mostly because he was scared of them.

He particularly didn't like Mudkit so much. He didn't understand what the brown-pelted tom was saying half the time, and it made him feel stupid. And stupid wasn't something that Reedkit liked to feel.

He usually didn't like to leave the nursery because he was scared to, but today was different. He had to prove to Mudkit; to his sister; to his parents; and, most importantly, to himself that he could leave the mursery without having to bolt back in, squeaking with fear, if something moved.

"H-hi Mudkit; Swallowpaw," he mewed quietly, trying to make sure that he would be heard.

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