Young, Curious and Restless {{open}}

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fennelstem
ain't it fun,
living in the real world...
ain't it fun,
being all alone...

There was plenty of buzz around the camp that day. A new cat was just brought into ThunderClan; some stray kittypet who had managed to remove her collar and was taken to camp by Snowstar. The tortoiseshell and white she-cat had not been there to witness her being introduced, but the young warrior had heard plenty already about the confident young newcomer. Her teal eyes narrowed contently as she rested, she wondered when she would meet this new cat. Fennelstem wanted another cat who had come from outside the Clan around, hoping that the newcomer was going to be staying. Being a former rogue herself, even though her mother Whitepelt had once been a warrior of ThunderClan, she could sympathize with this new cat, despite the warrior having spent all but three and a half moons as a member of the Clan.

Another thing that she had heard other warriors gossiping about was how Branchclaw had to be put in his place by Nightmare, a thought that made the normally very sweet she-cat grin slightly. Fennelstem had no personal quarrel with the tom, but his rather crass thoughts regarding non-Clanborn cats was enough to cause her some happiness at learning that he was put in his place. The young warrior only wished she could have been there to see it herself, rather than having to hear about it through the gossip of the other warriors. Of course though, she had her reservations about allowing a former kittypet into the Clan. She had still been wildborn, and did not know yet if the former kittypet knew how to hunt. Despite this small reservation, she still believed that this new cat would at least be worth giving a shot at Clan life to. If I could learn to live by the warrior code despite having been born to a couple of rogues and living as one, then anyone could. Even if I am actually half ThunderClan, it was still a struggle, she thought, sick at herself for even thinking that the newcomer shouldn’t have been welcomed with open arms.

Fennelstem looked across camp, pondering something to do to pass some time, preferably something even a tiny bit useful. The fresh-kill pile was stocked already, so there really wasn’t much of a point in trying to convince Nightmare to put together a hunting patrol again. Her short black tail twitched with uncharacteristic restlessness, desperate to be kept busy, like she was not so long ago as an apprentice. Huffing, she shut her teal eyes, hoping that if she just ignored the restlessness it would go away on its own. ”Maybe I should just go out and hunt. At least I won’t be moping around thinking about petty gossip,” she muttered, though she stayed in her place, not quite sure what she wanted to do.

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table and character by fall. background image by wyldraven on DA.

ooc: Don't mind the sort of choppy nature of her character; she is still in the late stage of development and me getting the hang of her. Any posts on this thread will be me somewhat molding her a bit more so she isn't so flat. >.<'

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Blackstripe was in a particularly happy mood for no apparent reason today. She had hunted a bit, taken a walk, changed out her beding, and gone out on a patrol to leave thunderclan scent on the border. After all that work, a normal cat would be tired, but for Blackstripe ot was the contrary, she was restless. She didn't feel lime going out again, but she had managed to groom herself 4 times already today, and 3 of those times she hadn't needed to

She saw a cat she recognized as Fennelstem and padded up to the young she cat. "Hello, How are you doing" she asked. She could have done better as far as conversation went, but she wasn't in the mood to spend an hour mapping out which words she would say when approaching a fellow clan cat. She needed some time to socialize with having to worry, and boy did Blackstripe like to worry. Usually when you are a deep thinker like her, you end up also being a warrior.

She was paying attention to her current task, while at the same time checking herself for the 5th time today for any burrs, or dirt that needed to be picked out. Like the last 3 times, ahe found nothing, but gave her paws and legs a quick lick anyways. She made it clear that Fennelstem still had the floor as far as speaking went while she did this. She hated conversing with a person who spend have the conversation nodding and saying "uh huh" while their attention was focused elsewhere. It was enough to make anyone feel like that didn't matter enought to talk to other cats.

Blackstripe relaxed herself a bit by sitting down and looking at Fennelstem with her head tilted, an obvious sign that she was intrested in what her clanmate had to say. She kept her paws spread out but pointed obviously at her friend. She did this all uncoinsously, not literally meaning she fainted, but when she talked to people these were just normal things she did to show people that they had the floor.

She had a few questions to ask when Fennelstem gave her response. Most of them consisted along the lines of "Well, do you have anything to do, I don't. Want to go hunt." Or something like that. A chilly wave of air passed her, and suncoinsously she realized that she wanted to tighten her muscles up to warm them. Instead of completely stretching out, she pressed weight into her hind legs, and continued her wait for an answer.