Clovershine's day had been going pretty darn well today, much better than she was used to. She hadn't felt this good in a long while. Not only had she actually been asked to join a patrol today, she had only gotten distracted twice the whole time. And for good reason! If she hadn't glanced off to see a Marten dissappear into the bushes not too far from where she and her patrol-mates were walking, she wouldn't have caught the slender, brown-and-white creature hanging from her jaws at all. She couldn't help but smile at the thought. Her patrol hadn't even realized she had left!

Well, if they did, they didn't care at least.

She shook out her pale, dappled coat. She didn't care what they thought, she wanted to be happy. She gave herself a silent nod of confromation, and glanced around at the tall, dark trunks that surrounded her. Of course, she had wandered off again.
She found her gaze lifting up along one of the fragrent trees's trunk, eyes wide. She had forgotten how towering the trees here could be, how unsettling it was that they loomed over you so high. She watched as the branches swayed in the soft breeze, how the light shown on their needles. She gave an airy, pleased sigh. But as the breeze shifted slightly, a different scent crossed her nose. She blinked out of her trance, and looked around with a mildy confused look on her face. She took another sniff, and realized it was one of her clanmates. She followed the scent curiously, trying to pinpoint the name on her tongue, and felt it come to her when she glanced across the copse across from her to see the seal-pointed she-cat. She stifled the grin that crossed her face to a smile, and trotted over as the weasel swung in her jaws.

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    She let herself relax and sit down, the previously hidden grin crossing her face again. Her thick-furred tail flicked across her paws as she dipped her head in a playful manner, and giggled softly at the she-cat's welcoming. 
    "Why thank you, Minkwing of ShadowClan."
She said with a soft purr, her mew muffled by the prey in her jaws. With a look of mild embarrasment to her denmate, she dropped the Marten to her paws and uttered a quick, "Sorry."
    She hadn't seen much of this cat since they had been Apprentices, and even then she did little more than share a den and occasionally train with her. She had to admit she had forgotten how nice it was to enjoy someone else's company like this, besides the occasional short, curt greeting she usually got from her siblings.
    Clovershine pulled herself out of her thoughts, and remembered noticing the look the pointed she-cat had given her catch earlier. She suggested in a somewhat soft, but friendly tone,
"Are you hungry? We could share it, if you'd like."

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"That is quite a noble duty." She played along, amused by Minkwing's presumed wittiness. Her face was starting to hurt a little from how much she was smiling, but she didn't mind. It wasn't like she had smiled this much in a while, so rather than complain silently, she decided to just enjoy it.
   Clovershine brushed off her instinctual apology with a simple, "Oh, nothing," ignoring her clanmate's confused looks to instead suggest sharing her catch. She listened to what the seal pointed she-cat had to say, and found reason in the words she had started to say. But before she could change her mind, Minkwing herself changed her mind. Her smile returned, finding humor in her complete 180.
   She met the she-cat's hungry gaze, and with a very evidently playful roll of her eyes she nudged the Marten forward with a paw and murmured, "Of course I want some of it, it's been by first good catch in a while. But you can have the first bite, I can tell your hungry." She said, with an odd sparkle of doubt in her eye for whatever reason. Clovershine didn't seem to notice anything had happened though, gazing at the creamy colorpoint she-cat with an urgingly expectant gaze.

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Clovershine was silent as she pondered her clanmate's question, taking a moment to draw the prey back to her as Minkwing took a bite.
   "What would we eat then? We're not crows or foxes, we can't live off scavenged scraps and berries." She hesitated again, really processing the question. She hadn't thought about something like this before, it was odd to be so ignorant of an answer. She reached forward to take a bite of the prey, and chewed it slowly. After coming up with a reasonable answer (at least to her) she swallowed her bite quickly, and murmured, "We'd probably have to hunt and eat them anyways, unless we can figure out a way to... eat plants, or something." She decided, with a small huff of amusement. "We'd be like cat-rabbits. Crabbits. Rabbats. Cabbits?" She went on, giggling with each new combination she puzzled out. "I bet WindClan would live with the Rabbits if they didn't hunt them. They'd be RabbitClan." She grinned, imagining the vast hills she'd glimpsed on WindClan territory dotted with Cats and Rabbits nibbling on grass together. She seemed to find this very funny, and burst out into giggles again.
   "I bet RiverClan would chat with the fishes, I bet they'd be like, 'Hey Scaleshine, how's the river running?'" She had to stop and regain her composure, her laughter making her get short of breath. The grin that had crossed her face earlier had somehow gotten wider, and now her eyes sparkled with glee.
   "And the fish would say, 'Blub, good blub. Blub blub fast blub.'" Her delighted giggling returned almost immediately, and she raised a paw to cover her muzzle in a sort of embarrased, but still playful way.

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   She couldn't hide her giggle as she listened to Minkwing's play on what she had started, the idea far from old in her mind. 
"I suppose it would be WindClan Cabbits and RiverClan... Fits? Cish? Cat... fish? Cabbits and Catfish, bickering at the border." She grinned, and started to imitate,
   "'Stop eating our precious reeds, you... fluff-brains!'" She'd shift her voice, her grin widening, "'Oh yeah? Well, you'd better stick to YOUR banks then, not even a paw on our side!'"
She seemed to be really enjoying this... whatever it was. She was barely able to keep her giggles under control, and only started to try to control herself when she had laughed so hard that she made herself cough. She gave Minkwing a playfully shaky smile, and cleared her throat.
   "Wow, I haven't laughed like that in FOREVER. It's nice to feel like that again." She admitted, smiling happily. She hoped her denmate and possible new friend was enjoying it too, but she had few doubts that she might not be by the expression she kept catching from her. It was far from a look of... well, really anything except happiness, and joy. Her grin had shrunk, she was now smiling warmly at the seal-pointed she-cat.

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