making a racket // batpaw

[honeymoon]

sweet like honey
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Honeypaw had been making more of a habit of sneaking out on her own when her mentor wasn't around. It helped that Cherrywhisker was frequently busy with patrols (or gossip, but Honeypaw wasn't one to judge!). Even with her stubborn streak of doing as she pleased, when she pleased, Honeypaw still knew better than to push her luck too far. The sun-kissed molly had no interest in nosing around by the borders alone, no interest in playing rabbit-heart with monsters. She had a bit of interest in sneaking off to the carrionplace, but with the sounds and commotion that was happening there much more frequently, she found her courage to be more absent in going alone. She'd rather have a warrior with her to take the blame if something went wrong, of course. Totally not because she wanted someone with experience to take care of her. What she could do on her own, and what she did quite a bit, was find rocks! Honeypaw had acquired herself quite the little collection of stones, but she was always on the hunt for more - with more ferocity than she was real prey, at times. She had managed to find herself a sparkling agate in the marsh, hidden beneath the silt bed of a pond. It'd be a sparkling treasure to add to her collection!

Honeypaw had the stone carefully in her jaw, held on her tongue as she padded toward the apprentice den. Walking in and out of camp as she pleased was easy enough when Honeypaw had schooled herself into looking like she was in the middle of a task, and cats were slow to ask questions... as long as she avoided the important cats! Honeypaw trot her way into the apprentice den, nearly slamming into a dark figure as she stepped inside. "Woah!" The molly gasped in surprise, the agate falling from her maw as she quickly scrambled to pin it beneath a rusted paw before it could skitter too far away. Honeypaw snaps her head up to look at Batpaw with a quiet, irate growl. "Hey, watch where you're going!" She complains.

@batpaw.
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[batpaw.]

"HEAR MY STOLEN LULLABIES"​

So far, Batpaw was rather unimpressed with being an apprentice. As a kit, he had imagined he'd be allowed to leave whenever he wanted. He was disappointed to learn that was not the case. Instead, he could only leave with a warrior serving as an escort. The apprentice den was almost as crowded as the nursery and he was forced to be around cats he would rather not spend time with. Cats like....

"Hey, Watch where you're going!"

Honeypaw enters the apprentice den, stumbling right into him. The impact forces him to take several steps back. "You're the one who should watch where you're going. I was standing still." His eyes follow the rock, squinting as she scrambles to catch it. "What's with the rock?"

She was an odd one. Batpaw hasn't been able to figure her out, and isn't particularly interested in doing so.​

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[honeymoon]

sweet like honey
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The fur along her back bristles. Was he trying to blame her? It wasn't her fault she couldn't see inside the den! It was totally his for being in the way! Her tufted ears roll backward in annoyance, flashing her teeth to prepare a rebuttal before she catches Batpaw's eyes following her after her rock. Her features soften immediately, a change faster than the snap of a twig beneath the paw. She wasn't expecting him to care in any degree that required asking. Or... well, not that he 'cared', but rather had a stated interest. Rather than issue an apology for her failing to mind where she was going, Honeypaw sits up and removes her paw from the stone. Her copper eyes flick down to the stone of the same color, thick tail cushioning her paws as she wraps around herself. "I collect them," she states matter-of-factly. Her tone carries a slight entitlement, an unspoken 'did you really not know?'. The apprentice pointed her nose toward her awkwardly assembled nest, near the front of the den. "I line my nest with them! Sometimes in the morning, the light catches on some of them and it casts a rainbow. This one's an agate," she rolls the stone under her pawpad before batting it lightly toward the other apprentice. Honeypaw failed to consider the fact that Batpaw probably couldn't care less. "I know you don't like it in here very much, you know. Either that or you just don't like anything." Her included, most likely! "But you should try decorating your nest! Dunno, maybe it'll help you feel better. You could do... um... mushrooms." Weird just like him.


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[batpaw.]

"HEAR MY STOLEN LULLABIES"​

Batpaw blinks as Honeypaw goes on and on about her stupid rocks. They're just rocks. Why is she so obsessed with them? And why does she line her nest with them?

"Isn't that... uncomfortable?" As she kicks the 'agate' towards him, Batpaw lifts his paw and lets it roll right past him. Honestly, who did she think he was? Did she think his questions were because he had even the slightest interest in her rocks?

Her assessment of him is spot on, but he's not surprised. It isn't like he tries to hide his disdain for the other apprentices. He doesn't care until she tells him to line his den with mushrooms. He knits his brows together in confusion, staring at her with an appalled look on his face. What is he even supposed to say to that? "You're so bizarre," he grumbles.

Mushrooms.

As if.

If he were to line his nest with anything, it would be feathers.​

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