Walking { Open }

[HAREPAW]

The intense green gaze from his friend locked Harepaw in place, daring him to move. He didn't. Instead, the tom stared deep into the windows to his friend's soul. He listened carefully as she spoke, asking him to promise her that he'd never leave. That answered his silent question as to what she had seen. He had left her, for some reason. Had they gotten in a fight? Harepaw realized he, too, was shivering. As his pelt met Dreamkit's, the tabby tom spoke up. "Dreamkit, you're my best friend. I'll never leave you."

The two pairs of eyes didn't leave each other for a long time. Harepaw didn't dare to blink as often as he normally did. He sat, silently, leaning his warm fur into Dreamkit's. For a moment, a pulse of emotion as normal and strong as a heartbeat ran through the tom's system. In that moment, he felt he could never break eye contact. If he dared look away, the ginger kitten would die, would be taken away from him forever. What...? I can't be falling for her, can I? She's a kit! A future medicine cat apprentice! And I'm just an apprentice! We're too young! His thoughts for a mixture of oddity, and all Harepaw could manage was, "I promise."

[Dreamkit]

What was she to say? Should she tell Harepaw of the warm feeling or would she just hope that maybe he felt the same way? "Harepaw. Your my best friend, I want you to remember that." She purred, giving him an overly friendly nuzzle. "Want to go out of camp? You can show me how to hunt." She suggested, wanting to learn how to hunt. 'Learning to hunt would be helpful, I would be able to hunt for the Clan as well as healing my fellow Clanners..' She thought, leg reaching to scratch behind her ear as she patiently waited for the words that were to come from Harepaws mouth, hoping they would be a yes.

[HAREPAW]

Dreamkit's nuzzle caught Harepaw off guard, making him stumble backwards a step and break eye contact with his friend. Regaining his balance, he stepped back towards her and playfully flicked the kit with the tip of his brown tabby tail. "I'll remember. One day, when you're a medicine cat and I'm a warrior, we'll still be friends." He purred softly. It was odd for Harepaw to be so warm towards other cats- but Dreamkit was alright. She was his closest friend. He trusted her with his life, with the Clan, with anything.

The suggestion to go practice hunting made the apprentice's green eyes burn brighter. Hunting was always something he loved- battle didn't appeal to him as much. He was never a bloodthirsty cat, despite his pride and loyalty to his Clan. With a quick glance towards Thornstar's den, he murmured. "Sure. We just need to make sure we don't get caught- I don't know if kits are supposed to leave camp." Harepaw's muzzle broke into a mischievous grin as he turned towards the edge of camp, behind the medicine cat's den. "It looks like there," He motioned with his tail towards the den. "Would be the best place to leave from. I'll show you how to hunt rabbits, and mice, and anything else we can find." Pride prickled in the apprentice's words as he turned back to Dreamkit once more. "How does that sound?"

[Dreamkit]

Dreamkit laughed at her friend as he stumbled in shock, slowly she stood up and after having laid down for such a period of time, a stretch came. Claws spreading, back arching and tail straightening she stretched. "Good, best friends forever." She purred, not caring if others heard her. Than, leaning into Harepaw she began to whisper. "Okay, I'll sneak out and you meet me out of camp, just act as if your going out for an early hunting expedition." She whispered, eyes sparkling with an intense, mischievous look. Something was quite rare to be found in the beautiful green eyes of the orange tabby kitten.

Curiosity striking her like an adder striking its pray, she cautiously looked around before sneaking out of the camp through the exit she had been shown by Harepaw, glad no cat had seen her bright orange fur that stuck out sneak through camp.

Upon her exit new smells entered the kits scent glands and she strongly breathed in the smell of the crisp autumn leaves, the birds chirping above, the mice scurrying under every corner.. Giving an excited silent squeal, Dreamkit bolted into a bush as she heard the approaching noise of two apprentice who, if they had been out deeper in the territory, would have scared all the prey to its nest or burrow, whichever the moorland creature lived in.

[HAREPAW]

Harepaw nodded attentively and watched the ginger kitten stretch her body out before padding away. He didn't stay to watch her leave- that would seem suspicious. I hope Thornstar doesn't kill me for this! He thought anxiously. The blood pounded in his ears, stronger than ever before, as Harepaw trotted to the edge of camp. He licked his chest fur a couple times, smoothing it down, and then stepped out of camp.

There wasn't much shrub to cover him, so the brown tabby pressed down in the grass. The green stuff poked through small patches of melted snow, making its scent weak yet still enough to hide his own, or at least cloak it slightly. Harepaw licked his jaws carefully and then darted.

His paws thudded the ground like bullets as he ran from camp, though he was only a few bounds away when he came to a screeching halt. That should be good- he was downhill from the camp now, so no one would see him. Stop worrying, you're an apprentice! You're allowed to leave camp! But Dreamkit isn't. The thought invaded his head briefly, and he wondered why he was thinking of the ginger kit at a time like this. Why was he suddenly worried for her?

Shaking thoughts off, Harepaw finally spotted the bright orange fur nearby, under a shrub.

((Should we move to the Hills and Plains board now? Oh, and on a side note- this takes place after Harepaw's apprentice ceremony as you've probably noticed. I've talked to Thornstar, his apprentice ceremony will happen soon- but it'll be in the past, if you understand what I'm saying.))

[Dreamkit]

OOC: Would you like to make it?

IC:

Dreamkit huddled in the bush, one of few that dotted the moorland. She was trembling slightly, causing a small disturbance within the morning-dew dappled leaving. Breathing in a scared breath, she poked her head out of the bush, face inches from the brown tabby pelt of her father. Stiffling a squeak she silently moved her head back into the bush just as his head turned, not noticing the kit in the bush. She heard him say the words 'odd' and 'must have been the wind' before his body trotted off down towards the river.

'Oh thank StarClan!' Thought the trembling orange tabby. Giving a muffled sigh she stealthy bolted from the bush, her breath wisped away by the time she reached the safety of another four fox leaps away. "Harepaw?" She bravely called out in a soft voice, just audible over the wind. She let her green eyes focus until she could see the moorland, and just a small few fox leaps away the brown body of her closest and best friend, Harepaw. Risking getting caught, the she-kit swiftly bolted out of the safety of the bush, tumbling until she was huddled beside Harepaw.

[HAREPAW]

(( I'll go start it right now. It'll take place where your thread left off. ))