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Bubblegleam yawned to herself as she slipped out of the warriors' den, trying her best not to stick out. It had been just over a week since she'd been assigned to any patrols, or work at all--that was a new personal record for her, and she'd be damned if she was gonna just give up the streak. She positioned herself near a group of warriors who had just come back from a patrol, trying to look as if she'd arrived back with them.
Unfortunately for her, someone was approaching her. Perhaps Bubblegleam was just paranoid, but it seemed as if they'd caught on. Damnit! she cursed to herself, and sprung up on all four paws. "Sorry, can't talk right now, too busy!" she said, and gestured to nothing in particular as if that would clear everything up. You can make anyone believe anything if you're confident enough about it, after all.
Radiantpaw looked taken aback for a second. “Oh sorry I just wanted to see if you would join me for a meal?” The apprentice was relatively new to the clan. He had arrived only a few weeks ago smelling of disinfect and acidic smoke. That had made others wary not to mention he glowed in the dark, a side affect of a lab expriment. So overall he was an odd cat with no real survival skills.
The prey he offered was a frog. He had found the creature in its winter slumber. They were about the only thing he had managed to catch so so far and he didn’t mind eating them. Of course he learned that not everyone appreciated what he could catch. Often he ended up eating his own frogs.
