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Crowpaw positioned herself just so, just perfectly, to be able to catch a little bug standing on the side of one of the other apprentice's nests. She pounced, catching it between her paws, lifting one up to make sure the weird creature was still stuck. It was indeed, still stuck, considering she had caught it.

She proudly puffs up her chest before letting it go, a smile gracing her face as she exits the den. She wondered when her mentor would want to train, but didn't put much else thought to it seeing as her little pea brain couldn't really wrap it's head around leaving camp, even though she had already been an apprentice for a hot minute now. For now, though, she opted to lay in the sun and gossip with some other apprentices, now that the weather was getting hotter she could do with a good clean through. The dust particles that catch in her eyes are always a tough one to get out. "How's it hangin, ladies?" She mewed, joining a group of queens and warriors who were just starting in on their afternoon tongues.​
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The wretched thing had put up a fight, but it was all worth it in the end, because Badgermoon had managed to defeat a terrifically fat lizard. The sun was hot against his dark-pelted back as he trotted into camp with some self-satisfaction clear on his face, depositing the lizard with a soft thump onto the fresh-kill pile. Who won that one, sticky? he thought with a small, triumphant hum, before hearing Crowpaw call out to a group of her Clanmates. He chuckled a bit as he padded closer and found a patch of shade, dropping onto his haunches and rasping his tongue over his scarred chest. "I wouldn't know, I'm not a lady. How are you, Crowpaw?" he glanced around, trying to spot the young cat's mentor, before turning back to her. "Having a break from training, I presume?"​
 
Sharing tongues has always been an activity that Scorchstreak enjoys. Long months spent on her own have made her a creature of company, one who seeks out the closeness of others. Of course, being clean and well-groomed has never been a priority, but allowing clanmates to clean the dirt from her pelt has made her feel closer to them. And now that she can’t reach her own tail, she relies on the efforts of others to stay clean. When Crowpaw’s voice reaches her ears, though, the tunneler lifts her head from where she’d been lazily grooming another warrior’s pelt, leveling the apprentice with a warm gaze.

At Badgermoon’s response to the apprentice’s question, the calico lets out a soft sigh. "I’m certain you could be an honorary lady if you tried," she comments with a flick of an ear. It’s in jest, of course; the deputy’s posture is far too poor to befit a lady. She laughs under her breath, though, and then returns her attention to the dark-pointed apprentice. "I’m doing just fine, Crowpaw, thank you for asking. I hope you’ve had a good day as well." She has no qualms with the apprentice; sure, she doesn’t know the young she-cat too well, but Crowpaw has yet to step out of line or show disloyalty. There’s no reason not to engage in pleasantries.
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"Why 'ladies'?" Shadowpaw honestly was a little curious as he padded closer to the group so he could listen in on the conversation a little more clearly. He wasn't a she-cat, though he had quite an elegant figure so could easily be mistaken at a distance. Sitting himself down he then began to look Crowpaw up and down with curiosity. "Do you want to share tongues?"
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The sun is warm and golden and Sedgepaw enjoys the mundanity of lounging, just for the moment. He's more accurately rolling around the grass amidst Scorchstreak and Shadowpaw and the newly arrived Badgermoon, adding blades of grass and shriveled up root husks to his already scruffy spotted pelt, but everyone's got their own definition of relaxation. He's just starting to get bored by the time Crowpaw joins the foray—well, scratch that, Sedgepaw's almost always bored—though she provides a distraction regardless, and the tomcat peers at her upside-down from where he's coiled in the downy meadow grass.

"Am I a pretty lady, at least?" he chimes jokingly, batting his eyelashes. Maybe Crowpaw and Shadowpaw would be up for a game, since none of them are particularly preoccupied with anything the warriors would call 'productive'.​
 

In between sleep and wakefulness, heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open as one of the apprentices came bounding over toward the group of gossipers. The warrior slowly uncurled themselves with a big stretch before settling in a laying position with only their head held aloft so they could pay attention to the newcomer. The reaction to Crowpaw's gendering was immediate amidst the crowd, confusion and amusement rippling through them all. Snailstride wasn't exactly a lady, they weren't exactly a tom either, the feelings came and went like the changing of the seasons, only far less predictable. "Seems like you've been spending time in the tunnels." They observed with a sarcastic twinge, idly smoothing the fur down on an alabaster paw before swiping it over their ear. The corner of their mouths twitched upwards in a lazy smirk, their brain too clouded with fatigue to create a more meaningful tease. "Your eyes kinda failed you today, huh? Spent too long in the dark." One lady amidst a slew of gents and others. Their cranium growing heavier and heavier, they eventually reclined it back to the camp earth, the twitch of a feathery tail tip and torn ear being the only indications he was still listening to the conversation.

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Crowpaw got many responses from the gathered Windclan denizens and was quite happy that her silly statement made so many cats laugh. "Yeah of course, Badgermoon, I don't know what my mentor's up to right now but I'm sure they'll find me here in a bit, and that's great to hear Scorchstrike!" The sarcastic remarks as well as the amused ones were a-ok with her. "Ladies seemed the most appropriate since we're gonna be gossiping about something or the other, right?" She snickered at the implications but turned to sit next to Shadowpaw with a nod. She'd start on her part, smoothing the fur on the toms back. "You're the prettiest of them all, Sedgepaw, don't even worry about that."​
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"Oh? Am I not pretty enough?" Shadowpaw queried in jest, not exactly offended at all but rather finding it all rather amusing. Though he did appreciate that Crowpaw was grooming him first. The young tom gave it a few moments as he savoured the attention to his back before he moved to return the favour by licking at Crowpaw's back and shoulders.
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