Badgerpaw

A silvery tom stood behind the she-cat, his eyes anxious. Before she had snapped her head, the apprentice was sure he was quiet enough. Not that he was following her, no. But curiousity, and worry, filled his mind as he both heard and saw Coldpaw run - quite unusual for a RiverClan cat.

Nevertheless, his fur spiked in surprise and his eyes widened. With his gray ears bent backwards as he breathed out some words.

"Are- Are you okay?" he quietly questioned his clanmate. "I er- I saw you running and I thought something had happened- like ypu were being chased! Or- or..." the tom stopped, not knowing what else to say, should he have even began talking.

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Badgerpaw

With a quick glance over the she-cat, the young apprentice came to the conclusion that she was no threat. Her stance wasn't furious nor scared - merely curious but calm. That still didn't stop his worries.

With much repulse, the tom sat down next to the apprentice as she had instructed. He was careful and watched every single movement - down to the slightest rise in her fur as she spoke. Surprise lingered in the air.

How odd. All the worries had disappeared. Why should he be worried now? She seemed to trust him enough to speak of something that many considered wrong and against the Code. Clearly (at least to him), the fellow apprentice didn't wish any harm. But then again, who's to say that Badgerpaw won't say something - do something, even - that would anger the larger cat.

Anxiety quickly took over. His mind was filled with worry once more and his imagination played out all the scemarios that would lead to his fur being clawed off - or worse, being thrown into the river.

It didn't take long for the silver tom to realise she expected a reply. Yet, it was noticeable.

"Oh, well, erm. I guess that explains why you were running but- erm." he thought for a moment more. "Are you sure you want to discuss, erm, talk about this so loudly? Not that it's a problem! Don't get me wrong, it's alright that you're Half-Clan and all but erm- not- not everyone thinks is okay and all that so you know." He himself didn't know. His claws stabbed the soft ground underneath and his tail lashed through the air, his own fur on end, doubled by the smoke produced from his Fire Element. He had rambled on and he knew that.

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Badgerpaw

A cold breeze surrounded the two apprentices. Wisps of smoke danced upon it, blending the young tom's further into the night. He had noticed the tiny flick of the tail as the wind subsided. After all, he had to know what others thought or did if he ever wanted to feel safe. Yet even this action did not achieve his relaxation.

As the she-cat spoke, Badgerpaw knew how obvious his fear was. And it only made things worse. The scrap of fur felt sad. No matter how hard he tried, things never end up how he wants.

Slowly, the grasping hands of the smoke closed onto him, hiding himself as his fur stood even more on end. 'Of course she wouldn't hurt me! I'm just an idiot. The biggest idiot there can ever even be!' the apprentice shouted in his mind.

"Erm, yeah, I... I know you wouldn't hurt me. I, erm-" with a serious expression sparkle in his eyes, he thought. "Maybe we should go back and find Russetpaw. It's a bit late."

The silver tom sat up - breaking the wall of smoke. Quietly, it followed behind, creating a ghostly appearance as he walked. With his ears drawn back and fur hot, he walked away.

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