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Maia may have agreed to stay in Nightclan and start her warrior training as soon as there was a mentor available, and she may have even agreed to think about what clan name she wanted, but that didn't mean she was happy about it. Her head hurt from trying to adjust to the new sleeping schedule, and she had not gotten any easier to be around.
Unfortunately, she had been burdened with 'learning about clan life', and how it was different from living in the city. Aspenstar had directed her to meet some apprentice named Violetpaw at dusk and tour the camp more thoroughly. Reluctantly, the rusty tabby she-cat dragged her feet to the designated meeting spot, honey colored eyes focused on the ground. She knew she looked younger than her six moons, with her scrawny and underfed frame and hollow cheeks- she was working on getting up to a healthy weight, but she would never be anything more than small.
"You're Violetpaw?" Maia asked, raising her eyes when she saw the feet of a tom in front of her. "Can we hurry up and get this dumb tour thing over with?"
For the first time today, Violetpaw was free from his training partner, and his relief was immeasurable. He liked Rabbitpaw well enough, she did her bed toy include him in everything, but sometimes she was just... a lot. His brother was already trying to imply there was something going in between them.
The stranger’s moodiness didn’t quite drag him down yet, but it was already grating on his nerves. “This tour is only for your benefit,” he replied crisply, “not mine. So cheer up. I’m just showing you the camp, right?” He didn’t think Aspenstar would trust such a young apprentice with that task.
Maia knew she wasn't being friendly, but she didn't exactly care- or at least that's what she told herself. "You cheer up," she grumbled in response, waving her tail. "If this tour is going to be so beneficial for me, then let's get on with it." So what if she would soon be training alongside this tom? Making friends was not her priority here.
As they set off, she rolled back her shoulders, lifting her sullen honey gaze to various things Violetpaw pointed out. "I'm Maia, by the way," she said after a moment, unsure why she felt the need to introduce herself. "I guess I'll have a new name soon enough, though. Hopefully it doesn't sound as dumb as everyone else's."
Violetpaw led her around the camp counter-clockwise, so their journey would end at the apprentice’s den. If she was a little kinder, he might help her make her nest, or even point out where the good moss could be gathered, but so far he wasn’t too impressed with his companion.
“Violetpaw,” he replied, tipping his head. “You’ll see my siblings around, Skunkpaw and Puddlepaw.” He nearly left it at that, but her negativity was already rubbing him the wrong way again. “Look, if you don’t like clan traditions, why are you even here?”
"Do you think I'd be here if I had any other place to be, ratbrain?" Maia rolled her eyes, but she turned away too quickly- clearly he had struck a nerve. Most cats in Nightclan knew her as the scrap of her Phantomfox had brought in from the border. Only a few- Pinesimmer, Aspenstar, Phantomfox, Rosethorn, and Foxkit- knew the entire truth of the matter. It wasn't like she wanted to go around proudly announcing that she'd been abandoned by the one cat who was supposed to love her.
"I may not like it here, but I'm staying. And we'll be apprentices together," she said, tilting her head. "You should show me a few moves so I can get a head start."
“Don’t give me that.” Violetpaw stopped and studied her. “You always have a choice. You can leave, try and find a place if your own; be a rogue, or join DayClan if you can’t survive. It’s not easy. But if you choose to stay here instead of leaving, then the least you can do is not make the rest of us regret it.”
He turned and pointed out the den they were next to, adding forcefully, “Aspenstar’s den. Don’t go inside.”
"Yes, great points," Maia said, bristling once again at the regret comment. "I can go starve to death as a loner or rogue, or join another clan while still disliking clan traditions. You're a certified genius, Violetpaw. I don't have a choice. Not everyone does, you optimistic hippie."
Maia glanced towards the den, unimpressed. Aspenstar was one of the few cats in the clan she'd spoken to just a bit more openly, and she'd go in the den if she damn well pleased. "Show me a few hunting moves," she demanded, sensing the tour had ended. "Maybe then I can jet off and be a loner and let you all live in peace without me."
Violetpaw's jaw worked as he fought to keep his temper in check. "Don't snap at me because you can't help yourself," he told her firmly. "You could learn how to hunt. You could find someone to teach you, or you could just try on your own. You don't have to be helpless. It would be difficult, I'm not saying it's easy, but if you're miserable here you might as well go try."
Did she think he was an idiot or was she just stubborn and rude?
"I gave you your tour. That means we're done here."
