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Leaf-fall was on its way, and though it was still early in the season Riverclan always got the first of those soft cold breezes. This particular day was no different then any other, though the ginger of falling leaves had begun to more heavily dust the ground. Sunlight filtered through the thick reeds surrounding the Riverclan camp in their waving security. It was truly a beautiful day, even if the feline skulking amongst the dappled light didn't agree. Crookedstep was, as she generally was, in a cross mood.

As it stood she was not able to follow the warriors out during the day. Not simply not allowed, that she could deal with. It was the fact that she simply couldn't that was driving the she-cat up a wall. How cruel old age was. What an unforgiving thing it was. The graying she could deal with, Crookedstep had never much cared for her black pelt. It was the weakening. How her muscles gave in and refused to work as well as they once had. Energy had left from her, it was as simple as that, but it was horrible. For her at least, others who had been subjected to the elder's constant steam engine work ethic may not agree.

Turning her head to stare back towards the reed woven entrance tunnel, Crookedstep gave yet another low growl. How she hated this, staying in camp. Having to sit still for long periods of the day. This was no reward, it was some stupid magnet Starclan had stuck to her back to keep her in a constant state of boredom. It was later on in the day, the time when apprentices came back and the camp filled with the sounds of grooming. Knowing very well that she could return to her bed and share tongues with her fellow elder the she-cat stormed in the opposite direction.

It wasn't that Crookedstep didn't want to spend time with Mottledfur, it was the fact that she felt she had already spent enough time with her fellow elder. It was nice to find some new faces to look at. Some new ears to tell stories to. Ah but then the apprentices were coming back soon, maybe one of them would ask for a tale. That would be brilliant. Crookedstep paused in her pacing, ignoring the way it made her crippled hind leg cramp. Finding herself closer to the camp entrance, the female sat back carefully; wincing as the crushed bit of her leg folded in its awkward way.

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[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=background,http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu267/Winterfish_Summerswan/Ottertablebottomandmiddle.png] Training was fun. In fact, it was more fun than anything he and his brother had ever played in the nursery. Mossball could just not compare! Outside, he could see the world. What lay beyond the small world the camp created made everything inside seem dull, gray. Even the water seemed better outside of camp. So maybe all it was was the still-young apprentice enthusiasm that made everything seem completely different, and yes, once he was a bit older, nothing would look quite that bright. Innocence was a thing that was sure to never last forever, but while it was around, he would make the absolute best of it. Of everything. Even if his mentor seemed a little busy, it was okay. She knew where he was..it wasn't like he didn't tell her if he wanted to go do something, and all he'd wanted was to catch some fish. Which he was okay at, but he'd still leaned too far and fallen in again. As long as Rabbitpaw didn't find out, it was okay. He didn't want his brother poking fun at him...At least he was the better swimmer! He, at least, thought he was. For a while, he'd sat on the rock he had fallen off of, after climbing back on, of course..just glaring at the water while the sun dried his coat. It had taken a bit longer than usual, as leaf-fall was slowly creeping closer, but he was dry enough now. No longer dripping, but still holding enough moisture to make his thick, shiny brown pelt just a bit more, well. shiny. He had given up on this fishing thing by that point and thought it best to head back to camp. He would just pass it off as a swim, not a failed attempt at food. That was believable, and maybe he could talk to Gingertail later, about working on that. Because falling in was no fun. Not entirely paying attention to what was in front of him, amber-gold eyes focused entirely on the ground at his paws, he couldn't really see if anyone was right in front of him until they were almost under his paws. So it was no real surprise that he nearly walked into the cat who had decided to sit by the entrance. Luckily, he'd stopped himself before stepping on her, but it was still a bit of a shock to have one's concentration completely broken. Oh geez. Sorry 'bout that, Crookedstep. I wasn't paying attention. He shook his head, stepping back to allow her some space, glad that he had at least remembered her name.I should have been looking up. THOUGHTS Speech Your Speech OCC- Thar' ya' go, Ily. Word Count- 444 Reservations- Crookedstep Muse- Good Music- Return The Favor-All Time Low

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