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Basically We Are Trial and Error by ALittleCr00ked
Basically We Are Trial and Error
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art trade with the lovely CrayonSoup ;;u;; I did not expect this to help at all, considering nothing has helped these past few weeks. But I actually feel a little better after doing this. And I KNOW I screwed up her design I am so sorry lawl but overall I like this. It's kind of messy but I hate everything when I lined soooo.... Also, my hand has cramped trying to color this perfectly.... chibi style because I can and let's just pretend her back leg is hiding or something :I

Hope you like it, Soup darling ;u;

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Will fill out this part tomorrow when I'm less tired ;u; Also Wildpaw is probs my prettiest character. And her markings are difficult from this angle. And I'm still having horrible artblock sigh
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:bulletred:The sun beat down wave after wave of heat and although his fur was light in color and relatively short, Sirenpaw felt as it he would melt under the intensity. He had been spending the majority of his morning hiding away from Shadowclan and his mentor. Not only could he not deal with all the wounds that resulted from the unneeded attack on Skyclan, the looks of pity he was still receiving from his clanmates merely made him angry.

They didn't need to pity him. His mother wasn't dead. She was still alive out there somewhere, recovering. Deep in his bones, the lithe tom-cat knew Phantomscream lived on. But... what if that was just his own denial fueling those feelings? Shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, Sirenpaw let out a heavy breath and paused to look around. He'd wandered relatively close to the Windclan border without realizing it. Squinting against the glare of the sun, the white feline tried to see if he could maybe find a pool of water to soak in.

:bulletblue: The quiet whisper of pawsteps slipping through grass and the heavy breaths of a young chocolate molly were the only sounds that could be heard for miles on the blazing moorlands. Petalpaw was the only one crazy enough to be out in this heat - the Windclan apprentice begrudgingly pushed her way through the open fields, her eyes squeezed closed against the violent glare of the sun and her skin ablaze beneath her thick, dark fur.

Perhaps this wasn't the best idea. But Petalpaw had to take what she could get - the stubborn ways of the lithe feline was the only thing that drove her forward. Windclan wasn't a home for her anymore - it never had been. And between the death of her sister, the distance she had put between herself and the rest of her family, and the trauma of finding her father bleeding out in an open field, Petalpaw found it harder and harder to sit around amidst the subtle chaos. Perhaps building up a twisted facade of luxury by spending so much time wandering unfamiliar territory wasn't helping much, but then again, nothing really was.

A quick sigh of relief escaped the delicate she-cat's lips as the familiar row of pine trees that marked the Shadowclan border appeared on the horizon. Trying to ignore the blazing heat, Petalpaw quickened her steps, eager to once again come across the tiny stream on the border that had become so familiar to her in the past moons. She didn't expect much out of her visit, of course - coming across a Shadowclan cat was a rarity, and finding one of her friends by chance was almost unheard of. But the familiar rush of the water and the sharp tangs of the pine forest that lay just out of reach was certainly enough to calm her mind, even if it was only for a little while.

:bulletred: If he listened carefully, holding his breath as he did so, Sirenpaw could make out the soft babbling of a nearby stream. Ears perking, air rushing from his lungs in a large gust, the slender tom made his way toward the sound, short tail flickering behind him. He was getting closer to the scent markers now, the smell of both Shadowclan and Windclan assaulting his nostrils in a mixture of pine and pure moorland. It was an odd combination, but oddly soothing to the medicine cat apprentice. Spotting the stream through a patch of long grass, Sirenpaw eagerly quickened his steps, throat feeling suddenly dry.

The white feline stopped with all four of his black paws nestled in the water, his head bending to lap at the cool liquid. It felt divine sliding down his throat and a heavy sigh passed his maw. Lifting his cranium, Sirenpaw caught a flash of dark brown fur, shocked to find himself face to face with an unknown she-cat. She looked about his age, with a pelt of thick, curling brown fur and a tail as short as his. Darker chocolate tabby markings curled around her slender legs, leading down to dainty cream paws. Her eyes stood out, bright amber against a mask of burnt chocolate, three freckles dancing across each cheek.

She was stunning and Sirenpaw found himself at a loss for words. He merely stared at her, his viridescent and amethyst irises focused on her face. She was downwind and he couldn't smell what Clan she was from, if she was even a Clan cat. But she was on Windclan's side so he only assumed it was a Windclan apprentice. Finally, he found his voice. "Who are you?" The words came out a bit harsher than he had intended and Sirenpaw quickly cleared his throat, face shifting into an expression of apology at his rude question.

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The young tabby didn't have much time to wallow in the foreign sights before her thoughts were interrupted by something she surely hadn't expected - pawsteps. Although the trickling sounds of the water rushing before her paws filled her eardrums, the distinct steps of another feline were faintly present, and it wasn't long until the breeze draped the scent of a Shadowclan cat over her.

Petalpaw froze in place and swiveled her ears around, locating the source of the delicate pawsteps just moments before the culprit stepped into view. A handsome white cat pushed his way into the open further downstream - Petalpaw could tell by his sharp scent that he was a tom, and this combined with the fact that he stood on the opposite side of the border told her he was definitely of Shadowclan. His shining pelt was broken by intricate stripes of pitch black - the Windclan molly couldn't help it as she began to daintily step forward, eager to get a closer glimpse at the stranger.

It wasn't until she was just inches away from the young tomcat did he notice her presence - presumably due to the fact the hot breeze blew in her direction. Petalpaw's breath caught in her throat when the stranger looked up - his eyes were a dazzling hue like nothing she had ever seen, blending shades of soft mint with contrasting pale lavender. She almost didn't hear his short question as she examined him, it took her a moment to formulate a proper response; "I- who are you?" she echoed, her light voice rising a few octaves and dripping with a stunned curiosity. It didn't even occur to her for a moment that she had avoided his question - shaking her head, she opened her maw and continued with a simple "My name's Petalpaw.

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The other feline looked just as stunned as he was feeling, her maw opening to answer his question with one of her own. It seemed like a reflex, her mind not quite caught up with her mouth. Her voice was soothing, like the soft tinkle of bells he could sometimes hear from the Twoleg dogs' collars. "My name is Petalpaw." The name however, he felt, suited her. She looked delicate, like the petals of daisies he would sometimes spear with his claws in order to put in his sister's fur. 

"I'm Sirenpaw," He answered in a voice that sounded a bit breathy even to his own ears. He cleared his throat and tore his gaze from her eyes to her paws. He had such an odd name, he knew. Phantomscream had explained the origin behind it, but it still made other cats look at him funny the first time they heard it. He'd pretty much had enough of funny looks from others in the past few days, though. He'd only hoped the pretty Windclanner wouldn't make fun of him for it. Sirenpaw instinctively shifted on his feet, his paws have gone numb from the cold water. "You are Windclan, correct?" Sirenpaw asked, taking a small step forward in order to take a delicate sniff of Petalpaw's fur. She smelled mostly of the moorland, a surprisingly delightful mixture of dirt and flowers. But there was a sharper scent mixed in there, the indistinguishable fragrance of pine needles. She must've visited this area often to have the odor of pine on her.

Realizing it was kind of weird to be right up in someone's face sniffing them, Sirenpaw took two steps back and let out a soft, embarrassed mrrrrow, his ears burning. "Sorry about that," He apologized quickly.

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Petalpaw tilted her head a bit as the tom lowered his gaze. Sirenpaw... the softly spoken name was certainly strange, distinct from any she had heard before. But the little molly was fascinated by it. She had to bite back the urge to ask him what it meant, not wanting to come off rude - instead, she simply plopped down into the cool grass, one paw lazily hanging over the babbling stream, and gave a soft mew, "Hi, Sirenpaw."

The burnt chocolate apprentice gazed up at the strange tom as he bent over her, feeling the slightest rush of heat rise to her cheeks. She caught a faint hint of herbs on his breath as he investigated her scent - the sharp tang was familiar, reminding her instantly of the young cream-coloured medicine cat, Geckopaw. Petalpaw couldn't help wondering if he, too, was training under medicine - however, her question was cut off as he asked one of his own. 

"Yeah, I'm from Windclan," she purred in response, flashing a toothy grin as her undoubtedly flustered expression spread across Sirenpaw's face, as well. "And don't worry about it, pretty boy. I hang out around here often enough; I've gotten used to it." Her tiny paws worked the silky grass below her as she spoke, glancing up to observe the tom for a reaction. The longer she focused her sight on him, the more she noticed something in Sirenpaw's gaze that seemed a bit distant - it was an expression of loss that she knew all too well, and once again Petalpaw was left biting her tongue as an off-topic question rose in her throat. She was far too comfortable around strangers, she realized, but when her amber gaze rested on the toms viridian and amethyst orbs, she quickly brushed off the idea and gave a soft smile.

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He was slightly surprised when she didn't ask what his name meant, though the look of bright curiosity on her face suggested she wanted to know. However, he appreciated her ability to hold back the question. A smile curved across Sirenpaw's muzzle when Petalpaw called him pretty boy, a purr-like chuckled rumbling in his throat. "Pretty boy? My siblings call me that. They are usually teasing me about my need to keep my fur clean, though." Sirenpaw admitted, moving to sit next to her. He couldn't necessarily feel his feet anymore so stepping out of the water seemed like a good plan.

"I figured you'd have been here several times, judging by the scent of pine that clings to your fur." He eyed her thoughtfully, gaze trailing down her face and across her back before returning to her own stare.The question was why, though. As Petalpaw studied him, that curiosity once again flared in her pretty fire-colored irises and the Shadowclanner was interested in what she was exactly thinking. "What's on your mind then? You keep giving me this.. look." He felt pretty comfortable talking to her, despite their different Clans. Honestly, Sirenpaw was comfortable around anyone.

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Petalpaw's eyes moved to follow Sirenpaw as he carefully stepped out of the stream, a quiet chuckle rumbling in her throat as he spoke. "I can see why they would," she joked, shifting over a bit to make room for him on the silky grass. So Sirenpaw had siblings, then? She couldn't help but wonder if she had met any of them before - she certainly had a wide variety of acquaintances in the shady forest, but Nettlepaw was the only one who she recalled mentioning anything about his family... shaking her head clear of the distraction, she piped up again, a bit of a dramatic tone to her voice; "I get you, though - my sister always makes fun of me for how fussy I am whenever we get the courage to talk to eachother. My apologies for trying to look presentable!" With an exaggerated flip of her silky fur, the dark molly carefully shifted and folded her paws over one another, preparing to be talking for a while.

When the black and white tom continued, though, Petalpaw felt a bit of defensive heat rising in her face. So it's noticeable, then... she thought to herself, her ears flicking back as she kneaded the ground a bit with her loose paw. She tried to ignore the comment, though - Sirenpaw obviously didn't know that her outings here weren't exactly welcomed by her clan. Giving a soft cough to clear her throat, Petalpaw flicked her large ears back up and turned her flaming gaze towards her companion. "Do I? Sorry," she apologized, flashing her teeth as she responded to his question. "I'm just fascinated. I don't run into others out here that often, especially not like you," she mewed, tilting her head. She left her comment open to interpretation - however, she hoped the soft, curious gaze she gave the apprentice would let him know she didn't mean any ill intentions.

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A soft laugh rumbled in Sirenpaw's throat as Petalpaw shook out her shining fur. "I know what you mean. Looks are everything, aren't they? How can someone take you seriously if you look like a mess?" He shook his head, a smile widening on his muzzle, the action making his eyes glint merrily in the midday sun. He liked this she-cat, she seemed to share the same views as him. As the way he liked to keep clean, at least. His brows rose, however, when Petalpaw sheepishly answered his question.

"Like me?" He inquired, not sounding angry but rather intrigued, as if the thought of him being interesting surprised him. Which it did. Sirenpaw always found himself rather boring. He didn't have any wild tales of battle to share, or how well he could fight or hunt. No, he was merely a medicine cat apprentice and he highly doubted his ability to memorize all the herbs would impress her. And impress her he wanted, for some odd reason. He never had to try to make others like him, but with Petalpaw, he wanted to be sure. He wanted to be friends with her. There was nothing wrong with that, right?\

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"Yes, like you," was all the chocolate tabby mewed as she heaved herself up from her makeshift nest of soft grass. Petalpaw's sudden rush of confidence was over as soon as she was on her paws, but the breath catching in her throat wasn't enough to stop her from prancing sideways to stand face-to-face with the intricately patterned apprentice.

"There's something about you, Sirenpaw," she continued, focusing her gaze steadily on his face, barely registering his slightly startled expression in her emotional excitement. "You're fascinating me. Maybe I'm too enthralled with your clan to even give it a second thought, or maybe I'm just letting myself get lost in your eyes. But you..." she paused for a moment, flicking her dark ears back as she considered biting back her statement. But no; not anymore. "You seem like you're a lot like me. I don't know what it is. But something's happened to you and I can see it in the way you keep looking around, because you act just like I've been since I lost everything."

With a quick flash of her yellowed teeth, the curly-furred molly hopped backwards, her tiny paws carefully clinging to the springy foliage that lined the rippling stream behind her as she half sat, half perched in front of the tom. Perhaps she was a bit straightforward - but then again, easing into things was never something Petalpaw had exactly specialized in. A quick, vaguely apologetic glance was all she spared before she opened her maw again; "So tell me about yourself, pretty boy."

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His eyes widened slightly as Petalpaw sprang gracefully to her paws, swinging her body around to face him directly instead of sitting next to him. He peered up at the dark brown she-cat, eyes narrowing against the glare of the sun behind her. It lit her fur like a spark of chocolate fire, casting the excitement on her face in shadows. Her amber eyes stood out magnificently against her darker features and Sirenpaw found himself enraptured by the intensity dancing within her gaze. 

"I fascinate you?" He inquired incredulously, his ears growing hot with a blush. However much he wanted to look away, to hide his embarrassment, Sirenpaw's multicolored irises stayed locked with Petalpaw's. At her next words, his heart made a painful leap against his chest and he inhaled sharply. So that's what she had been staring at him, his grief written on his face."A-ah.." His voice broke off in a choking noise. All of a sudden, emotions welled within the apprentice and he felt his eyes sting, finally tearing his gaze away from Petalpaw. Tucking his paws underneath his chest, the Shadowclan tom took in a few shaky breaths before speaking. "My mother, she uh, she's missing.. Well, I'm the only one who believes it.. Everyone else thinks she's dead. And how can I tell them not to pity me? How could I possibly make them understand that I know she's alive? They think I'm just in denial, but I feel her presence within my bones. She isn't dead. Just.. lost."Sirenpaw's brows had drawn low over his eyes, giving him a troubled expression as he spoke.

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A small, choked sound of "O-oh..." was all that escaped Petalpaw's lips as the tom in front of her sunk low to the ground, his multicoloured eyes blazing with intensity as they snapped away from hers. She didn't know what she was expecting, but perhaps she shouldn't have pried so deep... it took a lot to break the young she-cat of her charade of confidence and independance, but Sirenpaw's soft words struck her too close to home for her to brush off.

"H-hey..." mewed the chocolate tabby, her muscles rippling in the blazing sun as she crouched down to level herself with the tom once more. His troubled emotions came off in waves, and Petalpaw had to pause a bit before she continued, dancing around the edges of her words in fear of pushing him further. "Y'know, they told me the same stuff a few moons ago. They told me that my sister is dead. That she got sick from the Plague and Starclan took her." A quiet huff broke the sing-song voice of the apprentice, the recent events rising up in her throat, memories she remembered all too well but couldn't wait to forget. "But I know she's not gone. She's still around. Maybe I can't see her, but I know she's somewhere out there, laughing at me with Berrypaw whenever I throw a hissy fit about my fur. She just needs some time to figure out how to get back home. My brother, too," she added, a clouded glaze forming over her fiery eyes. "He's still around the camp, but since we lost Puddlekit, he hasn't been the same. He's worse than I am... I distance myself from everyone, but he just refuses to even look at any of us. But I know he'll come back, he's just out exploring, that's all."

A shaky breath and a few muted pawsteps was all that followed for a moment after, letting both felines gather their emotions. "Maybe you don't want sympathy," mewed the young Windclanner, her voice rising a few octaves as she glanced away. "But your mom'll turn up, y'know? She's out there with my sister, she just needs a little bit of time for herself with all this craziness. I'm sorry for bringing it up," Petalpaw added, shuffling her paws in the soft grass below in the silence that followed.

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Sirenpaw knew that his companion felt guilty for asking about him, as it was obvious by the way she shuffled nervously before dropping down to his level. He raised his eyes to meet hers, surprised at how close she was. A feeling of relief swept through him as Petalpaw spoke, telling him of her lost sister. He nodded slowly, closing his eyes as he listened to her rattle on, her voice edgy and nervous. Eyes flickering open again, Sirenpaw reached a paw out and settled it against Petalpaw's, gaze soft."It's okay," He mewed sincerely, giving her a faint smile. "I.. I'm glad that you understand. I never told anyone about this.."

Breaking off, he couldn't help but just stare, racking his head for words. Anything to say, really. "You know what I find helps?" The white apprentice asked at last, inky ears perking forward as a shy grin curled around his face.

:bulletblue: The little tabby felt all kinds of emotions flush through her by the tom's simple gesture; relief rose in her throat, more prominent than any, and Petalpaw felt a subconscious sigh pass through her lips when it became evident that her rambling hadn't angered the marvelous cat she wanted so badly to befriend. After her initial rush, though, the she-cat became aware of the heat rising in her cheeks, and her soft ears burned with something more than the harsh sunlight. A simple touch of inky black paw with caramel shouldn't have been enough to send the young molly's heart fluttering, but nonetheless Petalpaw raised her eyes to meet Sirenpaw's and shifted forward, savoring the contact that she knew she was overthinking.

The moments of silence that followed confused the burnt chocolate tabby as much as anything, and for once, the sassy feline was at a loss for words. Another wave of relief passed through her when Sirenpaw spoke up again, flashing a cheeky grin as he posed his question. A simple "Hm?" was all Petalpaw inched out in response, although the bright, curious look that she let flash across her pointed face was enough to say all she needed.

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Sirenpaw reluctantly raised his paw from hers, looking profoundly embarrassed. "Singing." He answered after a long pause, shuffling his feet against the grass beneath him. It was something he had done a lot as a kit, whether it was when he was feeling sad or whether he was stuffed full of joy. If one of his siblings couldn't sleep at night, he'd whisper them a lullaby until they slipped away into slumber. Most saw it as a female thing to do, which is why Sirenpaw hadn't done much of it since he'd left the nursery.

Peering back at Petalpaw, he felt the urge to touch her again, as if she would vanish if he couldn't verify her existence with physicality. Fighting back the feeling, he merely continued to look embarrassed, trying to smile and hoping she wouldn't laugh at him.

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The Windclan molly barely had time to react to the flustered sweep of Sirenpaw's paw before he snatched her interest up with his words once more. "You sing?" she mewed, an excited purr rising in her throat as she pulled her paw closer to her chest, trying to get comfortable in her makeshift nest. It was lucky her tail was so stubby - the she-cat's haunches were perched carefully at the bank of the brook, and the tiny curls of dark brown at the tip of her small tabby tail just barely danced on the surface of the drifting water.

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" continued Petalpaw, grinning a bit as her purr settled down. "My mom used to sing to me when I was little. I haven't heard her do it since...well, a while. But that was always my favourite thing. Music has never failed to calm me down... I was thinking of asking my dad if my warrior name could be Petaldance. I wish I could sing well, but unfortunately, that's the one talent I lack." A sheepish expression formed on her face as she placed a paw dramatically on her chest, flipping her curly fur in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

"But that's beside the point, I guess," continued the molly, flicking her gaze back to the flustered tom and allowing it to fill with curiosity. She waited with baited breath for Sirenpaw's next words - she didn't want to outright ask him to sing, since it was clear by his shuffly paws that he had been hesitant to share this in the first place. But the fact definitely did capture her interest, and once more she found herself focused on the dazzling mixture of colours in his eyes, inquisitive thoughts sparking at the back of her throat.

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"Petaldance, huh?" Sirenpaw purred, giving his companion a full blown, mega-watt smile. "It certainly suits you, in my opinion. My mom was never one for singing - either of them, really - so that was usually my job. It also has to do with my name. According to Phantomscream, a siren is a mythical creature of the Twolegs, which uses its voice to lure others to their death or something. And she said I wailed quite comically whenever I was born." Happiness had lit in his eyes for a brief moment as he talked of his mother and the warmth stayed even as the emotion faded. 

"I, ah, I could sing something for you, if you wanted?" Sirenpaw could tell by the delight on Petalpaw's pretty features that she wanted to hear him sing. And he hadn't done it in so long, so why not? Clearing his throat hesitantly, he racked his brain for something before his eyes lit. Slowly, he opened his maw and began to sing, his voice coming out breathy and sweet. "I feel my temperature risin'
For you
From ninety-eight to a thousand
And two
I feel my temperature
No need for doctors
I know you've got what it takes love
To keep the pressure up
No need to slow or stop
Go

I can show you colors
That never existed
Show you I've got substance
Whoa

I'll give you everything you need my love
Show you what you need to know
I've never felt this way about someone
Whoa, whoa, whoa

I feel my temperature risin'
For you
There's just no way to describe it
It's true
I need your medical attention
Fix me up and turn me on love
Go grab a scalpel
Can cut me open
Go

I can show you colors
That never existed
Show you I've got substance
Whoa

I'll give you everything you need my love
Show you what you need to know
I've never felt this way about someone
Whoa, whoa
I'll give you everything you need my love
Show you what you need to know
I've never felt this way about someone
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Prepare for battles
She's a goner
I can show you colors
That never existed
Show you I've got substance
Whoa

I'll give you everything you need my love
Show you what you need to know
I've never felt this way about someone
Whoa, whoa
I'll give you everything you need my love
Show you what you need to know
I've never felt this way about someone
Whoa, whoa, whoa..."


He cut off with a sharp outtake of breath. He'd only meant to sing a few lines, but then he'd fallen into the song and had ended up singing the entire thing. Coughing in embarrasment, Sirenpaw cast a cautious look at Petalpaw, ears pinned back.

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A little grin formed on Petalpaw's muzzle as Sirenpaw launched into his brief kithood story. So that solved the mystery of his name, then... as the apprentice watched the warmth that spread through his expression and listened as it dripped into his voice, she couldn't help but feel the same sort of soft pleasure burst inside her. She was glad to see that her silent pleas had left an effect on the intricate Shadowclan tom - the burnt tabby nodded a bit too enthusiastically for her own good when Sirenpaw posed his question, although she kept her maw sealed shut, eager to hear what he had in store.

It wasn't until he actually opened his mouth did Petalpaw really realize what she had asked for. The tom's words dripped with emotion, and his soft, breathy voice seemed to wrap around her and slow time to a stop. It took her a few moments of just staring to even register the fact that these lovely sounds were, in fact, forming lyrics, but when the little apprentice let them sink in, she felt heat rising to every muscle in her body, drowning her in emotions she hadn't quite known to exist. Sirenpaw definitely lived up to his name, if what he said about it was true - had his voice gone on forever, Petalpaw would have followed it to the ends of the earth without a second thought.

But soon enough, the song came to an end, and the molly was once again at a loss for words. Her heart fluttered a bit in her throat, and all she was able to bring herself to do was push herself up onto her caramel paws and creep closer to the other feline. Water dripped into the grass as the dark molly lifted it from the stream, shifting slightly to press her brown fur into the stark white of her companion and nuzzle a bit closer to him. Bold, yes - these two were hardly more than strangers, but her words escaped her, and all Petalpaw could bring herself to say was, "I think if I told you that was completely stunning, it would be the biggest understatement in the forest." she mewed, a lighthearted, flouncy purr weaving into her voice and a breathy chuckle subsequently following.

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The look of stunned awe on Petalpaw's face made the slender tom heart pound relentlessly in his chest and he felt hot all over with the praise gleaming in her eyes. Did he really sound that good..? When she once again shuffled towards him, her thick pelt pressing against his side, Sirenpaw welcomed the touch with a fierce feeling of joy, his heart soaring. Just why did he feel so enraptured by this she-cat? Just like the words that had slipped from his jaws moments before, he had never felt this way toward anyone.

A blinding grin stretched across his face and Sirenpaw pressed his nose against Petalpaw's cheek, a noise of contentment rising within his throat. "I'm sure that's not true, but thank you for the kind words anyways," He laughed, pulling his face away slightly. "I-I really appreciate it though, so thank you.."

:bulletblue: "Of course it's true," purred the curly-furred moggy, her eyes narrowing in a sweet pleasure as Sirenpaw pressed his cold nose to her cheek. "Music is the one thing that's never really failed to keep me calm...it just makes me forget about bad things, y'know? If you're anything like me...well, don't ever stop singing, okay?"

A flustered chuckle rose in her throat. "Well, I mean, you can stop singing for like, food and stuff. Don't constantly sing, you'll lose your voice. You get the idea," she laughed, returning his soft touch with a gentle nuzzle. She didn't know what it was about this strange tom that constantly took the words out of her mouth, but if she could only do one more thing in her life, it would be to find out what. Find out exactly how a curious, foreign Shadowclan apprentice was able to take her breath away with such a short conversation. If her facade of happiness in the pine forest had been strong before, Petalpaw wasn't even sure what it would be like now - the idea of leaving her new friend and returning to the loneliness that was her own camp threatened to tear her heart to shreds, but when she breathed in the sharp scent of the snowy feline...

"You're really something, Sirenpaw," Petalpaw mewed, the cream fading on her nose folding upwards as she flashed her teeth in a little grin. The blazing afternoon sun was beginning to lessen as the glowing orb moved closer to the horizon, and the faintest tints of pink shone through the sharp needles of the trees surrounding the pair. Yes, she needed to see him again, she decided, her shining eyes drifting upwards to witness the array of colours. She was enamored by his song, and she was enamored with his endless personality, and it would be a miracle if she knew why, but oh, did Petalpaw enjoy this.

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I'll sing for you only, Petalpaw... The thought burst into his mind, making him feel as if he'd just jumped head first into the sun."Alright, if you're sure I shouldn't sing while eating..." Sirenpaw mewed instead, voice rumbling in a soft purr as his words faded and the chocolate apprentice snuggled up to his side. It felt so nice, laying beside her as the sun began to set. Wait, the sun was setting?! With a startled yowl, the tom shot to his feet, flushing guiltily as his companion fell over with an echoing sharp noise of surprise. 

"I'm supposed to be back with herbs by now!" He explained quickly in apology, jumping over the stream in his haste. But then he stopped dead, Petalpaw's words singing in the back of his mind. Turning quickly, Sirenpaw trotted through the water and pressed a short, sweet touch of his nose to hers. "You're something better," He breathed, eyes wide and sincere before he turned tail and disappeared through the trees, his heart beating happily as he left.

:bulletblue: And just like that, he was gone. Petalpaw didn't even have time to let the sassy remark dancing at the back of her throat out when she toppled to the side, as the little black-and-white tom was already leaping across the stream, preparing to dash into the cover of the thick forest.

However, he stepped back to her. Water dripped from his paws as he murmured his hasty farewell, and Petalpaw's breath caught in her throat when she returned the gentle touch. When the stranger turned and ran into the trees, it was all the Windclanner could do to stop herself from following him - the call of the opposing clan took on a new meaning as she watched her friend hop across the trickling creek once more. But for now, Windclan was her home, and as much as it pained her, she had to go back - preferably before night fell, as Coalstar was sure to have noticed absence by now.

"Goodbye, pretty boy," she mewed, her voice ringing through the the air, hopefully loud enough to reach the ears of her companion. A bit quieter now, she continued her sentence, although at this point, she might as well have been talking to herself - "Please come back here soon. I need to see you again, okay? You need to show me more of your colours..."

Taking one last moment to breathe in the soft scents of the Shadowclan mysteries, Petalpaw turned back to the plain, grassy moors that she so loathingly called her home. And she ran.
I Can Show You Colors That Never Existed
RP of my baby with Sarah's baby ajakshklfhdsdl;jf;lsdfkdlrf the babies ;u;

Petalbabe belongs to candysprites :heart: :heart:
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Every time I see you post a journal, my heart breaks a little more. Because there is so much I wish I could do, so much I wish I could say. Anything, anything, anything to give you even the slightest bit of relief. But I trip and stumble over my words too much and too often, my sentences becoming mixed and jumbled until I am the only one who understands them. Kyra… I’m so sorry that you have been feeling so lost, so out of place, such like a failure. And there’s so much I wish I could put into words to try and explain to you of how much worth you have. You are an amazing person, one of the funniest, most honest people I’ve ever met. You have a temper, yes, but that makes you even more endearing to me, because you are unafraid to open your mouth to stand up to what you believe in. I can’t tell you how much of an inspiration you are to me, how much I look at what you can do and strive to make myself better. You’re a great friend, a great person, and anyone, and I mean anyone who thinks you aren’t are simply not worth your time. I know what it’s like to be someone’s shadow, to feel like a failure, to watch others rise in success while you flounder in your own apparent shortcomings. You are so talented and I just wish you could see that. I really hope you start to look up and realize how unique and special and fucking awesome you are. I love you dear, feel better when you can. If you ever need me, I’m right here.

Neo (c) SimplyNeon 
Crook (c) ALittleCr00ked 

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I really want to rp 

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CrayonSoup Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014
    Happy (late) birthday!
    Goodness me, I was away and I couldn't say it in time. ;w;
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ALittleCr00ked Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you Soooup <33 and it's okay, I don't mind~
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SapphireSquire Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! :iconyayzplz:
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ALittleCr00ked Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hahah thank you saph ;;u;;
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SapphireSquire Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome.:D
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