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( note : if you're following the site-wide plot right now, this takes place before springclan was attacked by nightclan c: )
Blissrose muttered darkly to herself as she hunched over the back wall of the apprentices’ den, casting vaguely irritated looks at a gaggle of kits nearby who she was sure were mocking her behind her back. She’d been playing a rather intense game of tag with some of her fellow warriors, when a mistimed attempt at tagging had sent her careening into the back of the apprentices’ den – the new one, as they’d very recently shifted camps. Now, she’d been tasked with repairing the damage, and it wasn’t going too well.
“Why is it so hard?!” she finally yowled, slumping down onto the ground. “All I did was run full speed ahead into it, didn’t this thing have any structural integrity?!”
Leopardspot had been walking passed when he over heard Blissrose's frustrating yell. "You okay over there, miss?" He asked, a handsome crooked grin plastered on his face and a gleam of amusement in his golden eyes. The bengaled tom was charismatic and quite the charmer yet at the same time, being an adult tom with a kit personality.
Blissrose pouted. "Does it look like I'm okay?" she muttered, looking forlornly at some of her materials. "...This wouldn't have happened of we hadn't moved camp. I miss it..."
Blissrose let out a short, bitter laugh. "That's easier said than done," she murmured, stopping her work for a while just to watch Leopardspot instead. "How do you know exactly what to do just by, like...looking at it?"
Blissrose blinked. Her attention had sort of lapsed in the last few seconds. "...Yeah, totally. It'd be cool if you could show me...the thing you did again though, since it was...so cool and all."
He shook his head with a smile. "Okay. Once more but then you will have to try .Im not going to do the work for you" He took one twine and weaved it carefully with another one to make a neat crisscross pattern and pulled it tight. "Okay. Now you try."
"But that was what I was trying to get you to do," Blissrose whispered, watching as Leopoardspot demonstrated once again. "So...more like this?" she asked, furrowing her brow as she carefully took a strand and weaved it together with another. It certainly wasn't perfect, but it was at least a decent imitation.
Blissrose grinned from ear to ear. "T-thanks! You know, I do have a vague memory of being taught a little bit, but I have a tendency to, uh, zone out and stuff...I just needed a more interesting teacher!"
"You do!" Blissrose purred, immediately making a start on another attempt. Unfortunately she handled them a little too roughly, and managed to snap the branch she was holding in two. "Oh...O-oops," she murmured. "G-guess I don't know my own strength, heh..."
Blissrose let out a nervous chuckle. "N-no, no! That was all me, heheh..." she murmured, grabbing the two halves of the branch and pushing them together frantically in a rather useless-looking attempt to fix it. "Uh, which way d-did you say these were meant to go? Right? Left? Criss-cross?!?!" she asked, turning to Leopardspot in poorly masked desperation. "I totally didn't f-forget or anything..."
He smiled. There was something about this she-cat that he liked. Maybe it was because she was silly or couldnt lie. Maybe it was her being unsure. He wasnt sure what it was but he liked it. "Like this" he showed her again, patiently as he crisscrossed and weaved each of the twigs in place.
