The Best Place to Start~Ivypaw~

[hedgie]

Being alone was nice enough.

Maybe not perfect, but he didn't mind it all that much. Being alone seemed normal to him. Where most cats thrived on socialization, he had grown so used to being without it that it seemed unnecessary. Trivial, really. The few friends he did have weren't even in his own Clan. He needed a reason to visit them, even if he could go poke about their territories...there'd always have to be a good explanation for being there. Loneliness obviously wouldn't persuade patrols to let him through. Wanting to chat it up with your friends didn't get you across borders. He was stuck here, isolated. His own mentor barely had time for him, and he was probably behind on his training.

Seriously, how much worse did things have to get before they started getting better?

Dark claws raked the ground, pulling Crowpaw away from the camp and into the moorland. He knew what he wanted to do...he wanted to find someone who could help him. Angry, he slipped down into the tunnels of the old badger set, hidden beneath the ground. There were rabbits here...he could smell them, but he wasn't in the mood to hunt. He just wanted to be alone.

But he wanted someone to talk to.

He was just a walking contradiction, had been for a little while. He was still so very young, too young to be under the amount of stress he was in. The dark-furred tom curled up into a ball, far enough from the entrance to not be seen if someone walked paws, but close enough to see if anyone did.

Growling to himself, he rested his head against his chest, dark gold eyes closing to half-slits.

He could think here. It was the best place to start a plan, the best place to be if you didn't want to be found.

[Amber]

The past moon had been wonderful. She had learned plenty thanks to her wonderful mentor, and had even been able to spend time with her sisters. Cloverpaw had gone out collecting herbs with her a few days ago, and the two had had conversation time, something that had been hard to come by lately. They were both so busy that they just haven't spent as much time as they did when they were kits. As kits the two sisters were pretty much inseparable, but once they became apprentices the relationship changed slightly.

Another thing she could boast about was her little sister. Hollykit was getting along well, and didn't seem to be sick as much. The little kit was growing finally and playing with kits her own age. Though Ivypaw was apprehensive about letting Hollykit play with Skunkkit, the two seemed to get along. Though she didn't get along with the other two kits in the nursery. Every time she saw her sister, she was with Skunkkit not the other she-kits. Maybe Hollykit could become friends with Sootwhisker's litter of kits once they were old enough.

As the medicine cat apprentice padded around RiverClan, in search of some of the herbs that they were low on, she began to wander closer and closer to WindClan territory. Maybe some of the herbs would be over that way....or maybe she was just hoping to get a possible glimpse of her friend.

Ivypaw soon found herself on WindClan territory. Maybe it would have been a good idea to bring someone along with her, someone to talk with. The she-cat had been thinking and not noticed she had crossed into another territory. Sitting down she looked around. This wasn't too familiar. But it looked like the place where she had helped Crowpaw learn what she knew.

Passing by a badger's nest she realized she was not in RiverClan anymore and her fur started to raise a little. Fear was coming from the young she-cat. Great, this was perfect. First she needed to calm herself. She sat down once again and tried to find something, anything that could help her find her way back.