{$title} Snake finds Fleafire sneaking away from camp, where is she going?
It was night, beautiful bright spots covering the sky, adorning the bright moon. Snakepaw walked around the camp, trying to hide his path, in tune with his training. As he passed by the dens, he tried to pick up on the different smells of each of his clanmates. Again, head full of anticipation for his assessment. There he could smell Wolfpack. He walked a bit more, trying to memorize his scent. He was in a high enough rank to be considered for participation in an assessment.
The next den passed by, and he could smell someone, someone familiar. He smelled a bit more, more attentively, he could smell faintly Timber and Stoatpaw, but a more prominent smell invaded him. It assaulted his nostrils, made itself present as if it demanded his attention. He didn't feel like Timberfrost would be part of his assessment, let alone an apprentice like Stoatpaw, so Snake ignored their smells and trotted on. He followed the more prominent smell to a more secluded area, at the edges of the camp.
Before Snakepaw saw her, he already knew who that smell belonged to. Before he noticed her red-ish fur, he felt a wave of nostalgia, like he was back at the day he arrived in Shadowclan. But this time there wasn't the smell and presence of Pepper with them, the only thing that saved him at that time. His heart skipped a beat, and before he could really control himself he started talking.
"Fleapaw?" he said softly but loudly enough to be heard. Then he remembered, she was no longer an apprentice like him, no, not all. She was now a full-fledged warrior. "Sorry, I mean Fleafire. Why are you sneaking away?"
He approached her location, cautiously and unsure. He made the motion of approaching even closer to her, then the memory of how badly shaped he was after their last altercation came to his mind. He stopped mid-step, his green eyes assessing Fleafire. He wasn't one to make the same mistake twice. She was ferocious and, now, a full warrior. Snakepaw learned his lesson, he would be careful with her, so he sat down where he was: far away enough as to not be in her attack range.
OOC: @FLEAFIRE
The next den passed by, and he could smell someone, someone familiar. He smelled a bit more, more attentively, he could smell faintly Timber and Stoatpaw, but a more prominent smell invaded him. It assaulted his nostrils, made itself present as if it demanded his attention. He didn't feel like Timberfrost would be part of his assessment, let alone an apprentice like Stoatpaw, so Snake ignored their smells and trotted on. He followed the more prominent smell to a more secluded area, at the edges of the camp.
Before Snakepaw saw her, he already knew who that smell belonged to. Before he noticed her red-ish fur, he felt a wave of nostalgia, like he was back at the day he arrived in Shadowclan. But this time there wasn't the smell and presence of Pepper with them, the only thing that saved him at that time. His heart skipped a beat, and before he could really control himself he started talking.
"Fleapaw?" he said softly but loudly enough to be heard. Then he remembered, she was no longer an apprentice like him, no, not all. She was now a full-fledged warrior. "Sorry, I mean Fleafire. Why are you sneaking away?"
He approached her location, cautiously and unsure. He made the motion of approaching even closer to her, then the memory of how badly shaped he was after their last altercation came to his mind. He stopped mid-step, his green eyes assessing Fleafire. He wasn't one to make the same mistake twice. She was ferocious and, now, a full warrior. Snakepaw learned his lesson, he would be careful with her, so he sat down where he was: far away enough as to not be in her attack range.
OOC: @FLEAFIRE
