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Raccoonpaw kinda... liked being alone. Certainly, she didn't enjoy being with her siblings. Now, being with her mother was a different thing. But alas her mother Spottedbird was busy so Raccoonpaw decided to trek to the new territory to hang out by herself. She kind of enjoyed this patch of land- it was dark and mysterious, but overlooked something much prettier. It still smelled much like FireClan. 

If she was being honest- the young apprentice wished she was born in FireClan. RavenClan was lazy as all get out, and she couldn't really find a cat that could meet her level (besides her mom of course). She craved that level of dialogue, that level of dedication and ambition. Sootpaw was a disgrace of a leader, even her young self could see that. He was sickly, and weak. Scrawny, and not all that confident. StarClan, she could do better than him and she was so much younger!

As she got carried away with her thoughts, her paws guided her to a fallen tree. Casually, the pretty she-cat leaped onto the log. Her mottled pelt blended in pretty well with the log in the dark, and she stretched out oh-so-casually. Blinking her green eyes, she dangled her back paw on the left side and her front paw on the right; tail dripping down like honey from a twig...

Just as she was relaxing, the figure of another apprentice approached. Raccoonpaw sighed, but then put on her softest look; she had an image to uphold after all.

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` A MEGALOMANIAC IS BORN:

APPLEPAW. 7 MOONS. RAVENCLAN.

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♚ FireClan territory was only a few steps away. Applepaw wound up here more often than he'd like to admit. The rolling fields just beyond RavenClan's borders beckoned him in some odd way. He felt drawn to the barren hills; he wanted to feel the wind on his back as he sprinted for miles across open land, never again having to worry about blending in with shadows that rejected his flashy pelt. If he were to admit it, he felt he was born in the wrong place, but it was a secret that he kept to himself.

Now wasn't the time, anyway. The sun was beginning to sink below the horizon; orange hues as vibrant as his own fur coated the sky in an awfully mournful way as Applepaw turned his back on the object of his obsession— FireClan —and headed back into the woods.

RavenClan territory was dark. The sun barely filtered in through the thick treetops during the day, anyway, but with nighttime approaching the forest seemed to fill up with an air of gloom. He shivered looking back in on it, but began his trek home nonetheless.

His hike back to camp was interrupted, however, as he caught the scent of another RavenClanner nearby. Curious, the tom chose to investigate. He approached a molly only perhaps a moon younger than him, noticing her atop a log in a small clearing. Her features struck him first, a line down her face separating two almost distinct pelt colors. He squinted in the dark and soon recognized her as Raccoonpaw... Rosepaw's sister.

He held in a scowl. He wasn't a fan of her, and now he was curious if Raccoonpaw was as unbearable as her sibling.

Casually he approached, only hoping the FireClan scent wasn't clinging to his pelt. Not that he'd trespassed, or that anyone from RavenClan would really care, but he didn't feel like getting questioned about it and if she was anything like her sister StarClan knew she'd have something condescending to say about it. Applepaw trotted over, his tail flowing behind him calmly. He noticed her looking over at him with what appeared to be an agreeable expression, so he figured things were already off to a good start.

"Hey. Raccoonpaw, right?" he questioned, sitting on the earth before her log. He tilted his head curiously, although he didn't mean to come across as too interested. "You're Rosepaw's sister, yeah?"

He flicked his tail. "I'm Applepaw. If you didn't know, anyway," he meowed, though his voice began to trail off as he glanced over his shoulder— back toward the border. "What are you doing out here?"

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Raccoonpaw came to decide that maybe in fact she didn't mind being interrupted. As the tom approached closer, she decided she liked what she saw. His belt was a bright orange and white, a huge contrast the the generally dark pelts of RavenClan. He was average height, but that's alright. She was a small little cat, but her large ears and extra long claws made up for it. She flexed those claws into the bark instinctively.

At the mentioning of her sister, Raccoonpaw's fur bristled. Rosepaw. The bane of her existence. That snobby little bitch was not ashamed to go around announcing the fact that for some reason she thought of herself as the star of the litter. Oh, no. Raccoonpaw had everything to say against that.

But as Applepaw sat down she pushed that out of her mind. Gracefully she stood, and landed silently next to the other apprentice. She circled him once, her sleek tail trailing behind her, before she found a comfortable spot. She settled back in a sitting position, cocking her head with a smile. “Unfortunately, you're correct. I am the sister of that raging bitch of a kit.” She laughed softly, blinking her green eyes. “It's nice to meet you Applepaw.”

Sitting as close as she was, Raccoonpaw could smell faintly on his pelt the scent of FireClan. Nothing strong, but just a wiff… he must have been on the border, and for a while. “Just relaxing, honestly. I had some hard training earlier. And it's quite pretty out here. Too dark for Rossseeeepaw though.” She said mockingly, wrinkling her nose as if she smelled something bad.

Oh, yes. She had heard of Rosepaw beating Applepaw. She never shut up about it. Now, she had a name to the face.
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` A MEGALOMANIAC IS BORN:

APPLEPAW. 7 MOONS. RAVENCLAN.

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♚ Seeing the molly's fur spike up like a hedgehog at just the name of her sister, he figured they were on the same page opinion-wise. Perhaps she was the one of their little family he could get along with.

He tensed for a moment, seeing her hop down to level with him, but quickly relaxed when he realized she was only coming to sit by him. In fact, he offered a chuckle, enjoying how quick she was to blatantly insult her sister. He could tell right away that they were going to get along.

"Wow, I'm so sorry for you," he laughed after her confirmation that they were indeed siblings. His tail curled over his paws comfortably. "But yeah. Nice to meet you too."

He could feel her mottled pelt brush up against his a little, as they now sat side by side. He didn't mean to stare at her or anything, but he couldn't help but notice how intriguing her pelt was; her face was split down the middle, basically, black on one side and orange on the other. She was certainly very unique, and pretty to match.

"Yeah. It is nice out here. You should see the border; the sunset's pretty nice," he remarked, a bit puzzled by himself as to why he thought to bring it up. He didn't usually notice that sort of stuff, or bother mentioning it to anyone; perhaps he was drawn back over there, but again he pushed FireClan out of his mind. "You should check it out sometime..."

He paused, giving her another look-over. So she was Rosepaw's sister, and Rosepaw never shut up about being an assassin or whatever. Now was as good a time as any for answers, he supposed.

"So. Your sister always talks about being a 'master assassin' or whatever," he started off, making sure to speak in a nasally tone to mock her for the 'master assassin' bit. "Is that true? You one of 'em too?"

He wondered if asking questions like that would get his ears clawed off, but he was genuinely curious. After his fight with Rosepaw he'd gotten a bit more interested in the rumored assassin businesses of RavenClan. Peachpaw never shut up about them, so he'd grown used to the idea that assassins walked among them, and that was a normal part of RavenClan life. But where he and his sisters' thoughts diverged was that he was wondering if, perhaps, it was in his best interests to become one.

"Can you just, what, become one or whatever?"

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Raccoonpaw could tell that Applepaw was looking her over, but she just grinned harder. She enjoyed being looked at. She had been told many, many times that she was a very gorgeous cat. Dare say prettier than Rosepaw. She wanted to give her sister a nice ol' scratching to make that even more obvious. That she was the prettiest and the best of the litter. That'd have to wait. Right now, she was speaking to Applepaw, who was much more interesting. 

When Applepaw mentioned the sunset, she wasn't sure if that was an offer to go with him, right now, or not. It was said, almost like an invitation... but not quite. Honestly, she thought it was. But she would play coy, only slightly. Communicating, her mother said, was a back and forth game. "Perhaps one day you should show me, then?" She said with a soft murr. She hoped he would, one day. 

She liked that he disliked his sister. That was good. They were honestly in such competition all the time that someone on her side would be nice. Racconpaw's ears twitched. He was asking her about the master assassin claim her sister made all the time. "Honestly," The apprentice started, choosing her words. She didn't know where Rosepaw was getting that from. But there was something to it she couldn't quite put her paw on. Her mother mentioned the other day about telling her something soon. Was that it? "she's full of horse shit. Rosepaw just likes the attention. She may think she's an assassin, but a good one would never tell people like that blatantly. You know?" There was a draw to that lifestyle. Something in her wanted that... A deep, quiet awakening was happening in her chest as she... killed. Killed prey, yes. But as her claws sunk into things... it twinged something deep in her chest. "But tell you what- I'll find out that answer for you, and then you owe me a mouse and a sunset viewing." She pawed his shoulder playfully, a challenge gleaming in her eyes.

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` A MEGALOMANIAC IS BORN:

APPLEPAW. 7 MOONS. RAVENCLAN.

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♚ The tom felt a sense of warmth rise in his chest as he spoke to the molly. He'd not felt it before, but it was a sure sign that he enjoyed her company. It only grew stronger when she suggested she'd like to view the sunset with him; it didn't take much thought for him to decide he'd like that, too.

"Yeah, seriously!" he laughed along with her about her sister. "That seems like the type of thing to get you killed, throwing that around all the time. Good riddance, then," he chuckled a bit darkly, flashing a glance at her to make sure their humor was on the same page.

He shrugged after a moment. "Maybe she's just playing pretend. Like those old kit games where we were all brave warriors. Dumbass never grew out of it."

"But tell you what- I'll find out that answer for you, and then you owe me a mouse and a sunset viewing."

Applepaw grinned. "Yeah, sure," he agreed. "Just a mouse, though? I could get you something better than a mouse."

He flashed a bit of a mischievous look at her, his tail bobbing up and waving about playfully. "You know how this belonged to FireClan, right? Could hunt here sometime. Maybe grab a rabbit or something. I dunno what they eat, but rabbits are big, right? We could share one while we watched..."

His voice trailed off a little. He definitely wanted to spend more time with her. She was pretty, and funny, and had a sort of air of ambition about her that every other lazy RavenClanner... lacked. He liked his friends, and he liked her, but he was liking her in some different sort of way that the apprentice didn't have a name for yet. He'd figure it out later.

He looked her over again, noting her flashy green eyes sparkling with a challenge. They practically forced a grin from him. "You have pretty eyes," he blurted out.

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Raccoonpaw enjoyed this tom, she decided. He was funny, handsome, and hated his sister. That was definitely something she liked about Applepaw. When he talked about her sister being killed, she was a little taken aback. But only for a few seconds, as she laughed along with him. His humor was very good and refreshing. It hit a spot in her, very deep and dark. The apprentice would only shed a tear for her sister's death in the face of the public. Past that, she'd be overjoyed... and it seemed as if Applepaw would join in. She liked that. A lot. 

The molly felt herself leaning in towards Applepaw, the warmth of his white fur seeping into hers. It felt nice, and it felt natural. There was a connection to him that just... drew her in. It felt like she was caught in a vine, her paw wrapped around the thick tendrils. But there was a cat on the other side, pulling her closer. And it was Applepaw doing that. It was at that moment that she didn't want to escape. 

"I've never had a rabbit before, what do they taste like?" she wondered outloud to her new companion. On top of never having a rabbit, she had never shared a meal with any cat besides her mother. It seemed special. This whole situation seemed special, and unique, and exciting. She wanted to tell Spottedbird so bad, but on the same token, she wanted to keep this interaction just for herself to chew over in the darkened nights of RavenClan. 

"You have pretty eyes!" 
Applepaw blurted out, almost startling the she-cat. But after the compliment settled in a little, her pelt burned hot with embarrassment. Somehow, that compliment felt different with him. Her heart thudded, probably racing as fast as the heart's of they prey she killed, right before she killed them. Raccoonpaw paused, nervous and trying to control her voice to be even and smooth. "I was literally just thinking about how your eyes looked light the brightest, most dangerous flames the forest has ever seen." She flashed angled her head up, eyes daring to reach his directly, unwavering in her gaze. 

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APPLEPAW. 7 MOONS. RAVENCLAN.

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♚ If the two were sitting close before, they were practically up against each other now. In fact, they were; Applepaw could feel her leaning against him now, and surprisingly, he leaned into it as well. Her odd tortie pelt against his felt right. He wasn't a large fan of physical contact, but an odd finicky, almost nauseating feeling in his stomach kept him in place next to her.

"I think..." he paused. What did rabbits taste like? They better taste good, or I'm gonna look like an idiot, he thought to himself. "I think they're a bit tougher than mice, since they are more muscular." He stopped. "I don't really know. I guess we'll see together."

He purred, noting how she'd changed in reaction to his compliment. It was subtle, but she almost looked flustered, despite trying hard to keep her composure. He decided to play along with her efforts and pretended not to notice.

Her compliment, in return, caught him off guard. He felt the blood rush to his face; his cheeks felt hot under his fur. "Oh- hah, thanks," he meowed. Sheepishly he licked at his chest fur instead of meeting her gaze. Now his own compliment felt silly; she'd been just about poetic with hers, and he'd just said she looked pretty.

RavenClan's territory was only getting darker as time drudged on. He didn't want to go back to camp— no, he wanted to stay here and talk to her for hours. He wished for the power to stop time, that he and Raccoonpaw could stay out a little longer, but StarClan didn't will it. Despite his prayers the moon kept on rising and the sun, like his heart, sank.

"I don't think they're bright enough to light up the night," he said a bit sadly. "It's getting kind of late."

He started to stand, but let his tail sway over to Raccoonpaw's back, dragging against her pelt to savor the moment's ending.

"You wanna walk back together?" he cocked his head; his voice sounded hopeful. A few more minutes together was all he asked.

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