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She leans casually against her friend, drawing a tongue across her paw whilst they waste the day away. Most of the apprentices lingering about are waiting for their mentors to retrieve them, and some of them wait in silence. But not Cottonpaw, and by extent not Sedgepaw. Her tail twitches as she gazes across camp, watching their Clanmates mingle under the sun, before she motions to a set of them.

"Segdepaw, look - look," she's gesturing towards Ghostwail, who seems to be looking after Cedarbark as the patrols mill about. "Did'ya see that? I would've never thought Ghostwail the sort to pad after someone." Though, of course, she could just be seeing things. The albino warrior seems more akin to chewing someone's ear to mush than to curl up in their nest. She shifts her weight with a giggle, "Come to think of it... it just seems to be the season for love. I mean, Wolfsong and Sunstride got together recently. Maybe they've started a trend," she casts her gaze to Sedgepaw, then to the other apprentices nearby, "What do you guys think?"

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It hadn't been Thriftpaw's intention to eavesdrop, but the mention of Ghostwail's name has his white-tipped ears perking and his head swiveling quick enough that he feels his neck pop. She's padding after someone? In a normal way? Thriftpaw cranes his head to see and then ducks his head down as soon as he spots Ghostwail, as if looking about camp is of itself a crime.

"StarClan help Cedarbark," Thriftpaw murmurs, and means it. Maybe if the two of them are serious Ghostwail will be too busy to pay Thriftpaw much mind anymore, "I don't think Ghostwail does anything because of — because of any trends. She probably just wants something from him. Maybe."​
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Marmot on the otherpaw, very much does men to eavesdrop - finding it a better way to pass the time than to actually participate in the conversation. The tiny she-cat sits only a few tail lengths away, speckled tongue swiping across her fur as she cleans the ever-present dust and drift from it, one ear turned upon the blue-and-black furred duo. sootstars child speaks first, and it's enough to catch her full attention, head snapping sharply up as she pauses. "... the season for love," she echoes, accented voice rough and quiet. She hardly hears the golden-furred toms addition, so caught up on that as she is. "D'ya really think so?" she does, in fact, recall wolfsong and sunstrides public declarations of affection - they'd left her in awe after all.

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Heatherpaw naturally hovered around in the presence of his friends. Since he considered the majority of WindClan's apprentices his friend by default, it wasn't unusual to spot him hanging around. The ruddy tom particularly had been dozing off into a nap of boredom without having something to keep him busy that morning. Not hungry to even entertain himself with a meal, he settled with sprawling across the shade a few paces behind.

He isn't fully asleep yet, still fluttering between being distantly awake and teetering into sleep. At Cottonpaw's voice his head would lift, bi-colored eyes blinking to against the sunlight as he tried to collect what she was talking about. Thriftpaw and Marmotpaw are some help in gathering context, and Heatherpaw cleared his throat to offer his own piece. "Are you trying to matchmake?" He accuse her playfully, stretching in an arch to wake himself up. ​
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Cottonpaw herself is a serial eavesdropper, and as such rarely has issue when others do the same to her. Thriftpaw is a fun pal, too, and as such the gray apprentice finds no issue in the yellowish tom joining the conversation. Especially since he's entertaining her little idea. Her lips split into a softened grin, "Ah, yes, Thriftpaw! I bet she wants his heart - and that she'll carve it out in front of us all." Cottonpaw trills a mrow of laughter shortly after. "Maybe... maybe she'll even eat it...!"

Marmotpaw's voice is quiet, only just barely heard with Cottonpaw's attempts at spooking the others around. Cottonpaw is unsure of if the other is serious with her question. What is it called... rhetorical? Maybe the tunneler apprentice doesn't actually want her inquiry answered. Lucky for her, Cottonpaw doesn't understand most social cues, "Season of love, indeed! Do you have your eyes set on anyone?" Cottonpaw's grin only becomes more giddy. Heatherpaw's voice peaks and the blue smoke looks towards him with a raised brow, her personal reign of chaos only just beginning. "It sure seems like I am! Why, d'you need my help, Heatherpaw?" her tail lashes playfully, a short stream of giggles leaving her maw.​
 
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Fidgetpaw was lying on the ground nearby, eyes darting around the camp and watching their clanmates with curiosity, avoiding eye contact with anyone. As their clanmates talked, they looked towards them, half paying attention. Only a few names and words stuck to his brain, only really latching onto the last parts. Trend.. that Wolfsong and Sunstride started? They sat up with a puzzled look crossing their face. Mentions of.. Who again? Fidgetpaw shook their head, now just listening, eyes darting between the speaking apprentices, attempting to gather context. It wasn't exactly helping, as a comment of heart-carving popped up. That puzzled look was now mixed with a look of worry. Who are they talking about?

Confusion left briefly as the conversation grew more light-hearted. "S-Season of love." Fidgetpaw echoed with their stutter. "Tha-That sounds n-nice!" Love wasn't exactly something they were personally looking for at the moment, but it always made him happy to see. "Who's in.. love?"
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He's not really one to gossip—and by that, he means he's not one to gossip with those who aren't receptive. Rumors fly from Cottonpaw like the air she breathes, though, and Sedgepaw is merely a bystander wiped up into the currents of her raging tempests of scuttlebutt. She guides his gaze to where Ghostwail trails past the gorse, apparently far enough away that she doesn't immediately catch onto their frantic whispers. And the conversation explodes.

"Maybe Sunstride and Wolfsong started more than one trend," he adds dryly. He wasn't there to see it, but everyone's heard about how Sunstride tore the heart from a hare to give away as a gift; how Wolfsong ate it, too. It happened right in the middle of camp!

Which, y'know, isn't the weirdest thing to happen. The fanfare of it draws the whole event just out of the reach of boring mundanity, but Sedge's reluctant to say anything that'll get him on Wolfsong's bad side. Besides, Ghostwail eating Cedarbark's heart would surely cause even more of a hubbub.

Joining the pool of apprentices is Fidgetpaw, whose idle question causes a chord to strike within Sedgepaw. At once, he turns scheming, and lightly jostles Cottonpaw at his shoulder as he grins in her direction. "I dunno. Who is in love, Cot..? Do we need to bring up your new meal-buddy?" he jeers teasingly.​
 
Scorchpaw was not historically one for gossip. She is too stoic, too dedicated to her work and study, too self-serious to participate in yapping about things that, half the time, she does not realize the significance of. Scorchpaw is observant, sure, but she struggles to connect dots-- Ghostwail and Cedarbark obviously being one of them. She settles nearby with a mouse in her jaws, ears twitching as she follows the conversation that floats from Cottonpaw to Sedgepaw to the other apprentices like pollen on the wind. It's the season of love, they are saying, and Scorchpaw's nose wrinkles.

Love is not a foreign concept to her; WindClan is peppered with happy couples, some more recent than others. But recently the idea has been souring her tongue for a reason she can't articulate. Her mind drifts to her parents. Scorchstreak and Badgermoon are not in love, and they had never been, and as far as Scorchpaw cares, they never will be-- that is simply the way it is. Should she want them to be in love? She isn't sure. Should she want them to find love with other cats? She isn't sure. It's like a yarn she can't unspool. Should Scorchpaw be in love with someone? It feels like it, listening to the way Sedgepaw prods Cottonpaw about her own crushes, but she can't think of a cat around camp that she'd want to give a hare's heart to, and seeing as that is what love is, she supposes she cannot be afflicted with such a feeling.

Still, she listens, tail flicking. "He's annoying," Scorchpaw rumbles at the mention of Snakehiss, indirect though it is. She recalls her recent hunting expedition with the tom and wrinkles her nose again. Who could ever be so sour?​
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the blue-furred apprentice seems more than a bit curious, but marmotpaw only blinks mismatched eyes and stares - she will not tell. "Hmmm..." she responds, tail flicking slowly. The truth of the matter is she does, but though she can no longer recall her parents faces she does recall their words - love is something that only comes once in a lifetime, it is eternal. She does not wish to share her secrets just yet, and certainly not with the group gathered - at least not before she has found the strength to tell her blue-one herself. The jittery one quickly distracts attention from her however, and she settles in to listen to whatever happens next, fully drawn into the conversation by this point as the attention turns to sootstars child, and of her meal-sharing partner - something the girl hasn't yet heard.

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  • — a shockingly tiny she-cat with pale blue and cream ticked tabby fur, save for a single patch covering her right eye that is brown instead, and mismatched green-orange eyes. she has heavy scarring along the entirety of her left side, from her face all the way down her chest, belly, and flank; which has been there since kithood. she is a twitchy little thing, known for her bad attitude and an unfortunate habit of biting when startled.

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Love is a hot topic for the oldest of the apprentices, it seems. Most of the young cats gathered are on the cusp of warriorhood—and, therefore, adulthood. Cottonpaw seems eager to make assumptions and giggle like a fool, and the other cats flock to her, all just as excited to spread rumors. Bluepaw is not innocent of doing the same thing, though she cares little about who is padding after who. What a strange thing to discuss. She thinks of her brief gossiping session with Snakehiss when he’d still been in training, about air-headed Larkfeather and her questionable origins. That had been different; they’d been discussing something important. Loyalty.

Still, the blue-gray she-cat turns surprised green eyes to Sedgepaw. “Meal buddy?” She echoes, giving her littermate a questioning, burning stare. “Who is it you are sharing prey with, Cottonpaw?” She’d once been so close to her sister—but she spends all of her time with Sootstar now, and she’d never bothered to track who Cottonpaw is and isn’t sharing her rabbits with. Now she picks through her brain, wondering… and Scorchpaw mumbles, “He’s annoying.” Bluepaw’s stoic expression nearly shatters. “Snakehiss? Cottonpaw, are you quite mad?”

Bluepaw sits, her tail wrapping about her paws. Of course, her sister is insane, brain full of daydreams and whimsy, but Snakehiss isn’t like that all. Though the black-pelted warrior had never shown her kindness the way Gravelsnap has, she supposes he isn’t all bad. He’s a loyal warrior, at least, and he has shared her ideas about their Clanmates more than once.

“Is sharing prey a sign you are padding after someone?” She asks her peers this in earnest, green eyes clouded with uncertainty. “I’ve seen Adderpaw and Whitepaw doing such a thing, but surely…” She knows so little about relationships of any sort, and she is more than a little out of her element playing this game.


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He had been listening quietly. An ear turned to listen to their gossip as he sat and ate by himself not too far away. People in love, well that was dumb. He had tried bringing WhitePaw a flower, and nearly got his ears cut off by Adderpaw. "He is overly protective of her," he chimed himself in, shrugging his shoulders.

But to bring someone a hare heart? That sounded... mad. He couldn't imagine himself in love. Hell, he felt joining in this would quiet the others down, but he hoped not. He was just trying to have some fun too. Though gossipping wasn't necessarily his thing.. it would definitely be something to do.

The white rosetted apprentice would chew the last bite of his prey before burying the bones and remains in the dirt. "Oh before I cover this, does anyone want a mouse heart?" he snickered, though it died quickly, more awkward feeling now. Dirt would cover his prey before sitting just a bit closer, but not by much.
 
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For all that Sunflowerpaw doesn't care to participate in gossip, they always have an ear for listening in on it. They hold little interest in romance, never one for the puppy crushes the other apprentices seem to have. Still, it's interesting, so they linger near Cottonpaw and listens to her apparent expertise. Offering matchmaking too... They hope she won't try it on them. They're perfectly content to listen in on others' romantic escapades, thank you very much.

Except, wait. Cottonpaw herself has been sharing meals with someone? And that's... padding after someone, as she puts it? Hm... They two of them shared meals when they were kits, sure, but maybe it's different when they're older. Sunflower hasn't noticed Cottonpaw padding after anyone, but they've been a bit more detached from Clan affairs lately, and —

"— Snakehiss?" they echo Bluepaw's words, and though their face remains impassive, a bit of disbelief (disgust, even) creeping into their soft words. Anyone but him would be better. Even, they must admit, Whitepaw is faring slightly better with Adderpaw of all cats. This, they'd believe; the two have always been close, for all that they seem like opposites. Sunflowerpaw can't say they're particularly fond of him, but at least he's not Snakehiss. They give a little sigh.

Ah, Sunflowerpaw's poor friends and their questionable taste in toms...
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Cottonpaw's teasing causes heat to flush the boys cheeks, his pelt growing hot as his jaws snap to respond. "What? No, no I just..." His breath is hot, huffing as he tried to deflect from the suggestion. He didn't need help with courting. Even though he had never done it, he didn't imagine it could be hard. His mother, StarClan bless her pawsteps, had found love even in its strangest form.

Heatherpaw couldn't imagine him beside someone romantically at this point in his life anyway. He tried not to look at his Clanmates suddenly thinking of them as potential suitors. No, no, that was weird, right?

Sedgepaw's interjection is a welcome one as Heatherpaw feels the heat divide from himself to his blue-furred friend. Quick to turn with the others, the ruddy tom would trot to join the other side of the mottled tom. Clear as ever, though, he's clueless as to who Sedgepaw could be implying. Scorchpaw seemed to have figured it out, and Bluepaw's accusation has his head tilting.

Now that he and the Moor Runner had more or less buried their differences and came together, he felt uncomfortable at the atmosphere created around the darker tom. "He's a good warrior." Heatherpaw defended, tail-tip twitching in his awkward fidgeting. "If we're going by Cot's definition, merely looking at our Clanmates is a sign, yeah?" He lightly answered for Bluepaw, though mischief peered back in his sights as they flit over his friends.

The mention of Adderpaw had his nose scrunched in distaste. "Out of all the options..." Whitepaw had chosen the tom too weak to rid himself kf twoleg trash. ​
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Adderpaw normally would not waste his time participating in something as trivial as mindless gossip. But somewhere along the lines of conversation the silver chocolate tabby overheard his name within the mix and therefore made it his business to listen in. His brows tighten together as Bluepaw asks if sharing prey possibly meant paddling after someone and he grimaces "It's no different than sharing with you or the rest of our littermates." He could not deny the protective nature he held over Whitepaw. But he would not admit it unless asked either. That said, that same nature extends to the rest of his siblings but they hardly needed him to hover over them.

In regard to Milkpaw's comment he scoffs, taking a seat between both Cottonpaw and Bluepaw. "I've yet to hear her complain." Which was true, as far as he was aware. The tom did not see himself any more protective of Whitepaw than Sunflowerpaw was. Considering they both shielded the ivory apprentice from a bully several moons back. Molten eyes toss a condescending glare in Heatherpaw's direction, tipping his chin higher to look down his nose at the tunneler. "Mind your tongue." He rumbles, the tone hardly short of a demand as the word peasant nearly slips from his vocals.

He continues to bore into Heatherpaw for several long heartbeats, holding the tom's gaze before finally looking in Cottonpaw's direction. She must have had rabbit fluff replacing the brain between her ears. "Quite." He drawls, echoing Bluepaw's perspective on the matter. Snakehiss was hardly the tom fit for hanging around his sister. "Surely you could spend your time around someone else." Adderpaw adds, wrinkling the bridge of his nose. ​
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