Can You Hear It Calling? {open''

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[style=width: 320px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]The sound of paws squishing into wet ground and being pulled back out sounded like the roar of thunder as Tawnywhisper moved through an otherwise silent forest. The river had been one of her favorite places to go with Dapplepaw, and, even though her sister was no longer alive to go with her, the tan she-cat still liked to come.

Tawnywhisper let out a loud sigh as the sounds of her feet started to get drowned out by the gurgling noises of the river. She came to the edge of the water- now about a tail-length wider than the river usually was- and set to searching out a dry place to sit. A little ways down, she found a patch of leaves that had yet to be touched by the cold water, and sat down in the middle of them. The sky overhead was as clear as could be, and a slight breeze brought with it the scent of early newleaf. Although it was still chilly out, Tawnywhisper loved the weather. "I wish you were here to see this, Dapplepaw." she whispered to the sky.

As if in response to her words, the wind picked up, blowing a couple of leaves over her paws. Tawnywhisper looked down at the brownish-yellow leaves and laughed. Nothing was particularly funny, but she laughed nonetheless. The blue-eyed she-cat was in a happy mood today.[/style]

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[style=width: 320px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Though she was chuckling, Tawnywhisper did not miss the sounds of another cat approaching. Her laughter died down as she tried to determine who it was. The tan she-cat turned her head when the other cat appeared, and instantly recognized him as Dustclaw. She smiled as the tom dipped his head in greeting, and returned the greeting. Tawnywhisper inched over a couple of mouse-tails, making room on the dry patch should Dustclaw wish to sit down.

"Something funny, Tawnywhisper?"

Tawnywhisper paused for a second. How could she explain her laughter? Somehow, saying 'Oh, you know. I said something to my dead sister, and in return, I think she made wind blow leaves at my paws' didn't seem like a good idea. She looked at Dustclaw. "Just reliving past memories." She answered. It was a good answer, and she wasn't technically lying.

"So what brings you out here, Dustclaw?" She asked. Tawnywhisper hoped he'd have some good, long story to tell, because she wasn't sure how long she could talk. She hadn't said much to anyone since Dapplepaw had died, and holding long conversations had never been her strong suit. The only cat she had ever talked to for long periods of time had been her sister.

Tawnywhisper realized that she had been staring at the tom, and with an embarrassed cough, looked down at her paws. The brown leaves still lay on them, and she busied herself looking at the pattern of colors on each one while she waited for a reply.

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[style=width: 320px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Tawnywhisper couldn't help but feel a little relieved when Dustclaw told her he was out for some peace and quiet. Maybe she'd be spared from having to talk too much.

"I can't find my apprentice, and her sister ended up keeping me company."

She gave a slight nod of her head. She knew how that felt; not being able to find your apprentice. She'd gotten up in the morning to find Brackenpaw, but he'd already left camp. She hadn't seen him since. The young cat was probably off goofing around somewhere, but she couldn't blame him. It was a nice day out.

"That must have sounded strange, though my day didn't really go the way I thought."

Tawnywhisper nodded again. "I find that tends to happen with life. Somethimes things just don't turn out the way you want them to." She said quietly, trying to hide the hint of sadness as she thought of her mentor, Graypelt. For a while after he chose another she-cat, nothing seemed to go right. She had a hard time being quiet and catching prey was rare. He'd asked her what was wrong, but she couldn't tell him. It was worse when he died, but eventually she got over it. 'But not completely.' she thought with a sigh.

"How's your training going with Brackenpaw?"

The question brought her out of her thoughts, and she looked up at Dustclaw. 'So much for not having to talk much.' she thought. "Um, he's doing pretty good. He's very determined. Wants to become leader one day." she said. She looked out at the water for a second. "I think if he tries hard enough, he could have a chance." She believed the little tom did have a chance at becoming leader. He was determined, but in a good way, and it would take him paces. "What about you and Cloverpaw?" She asked.
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[style=width: 320px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]Tawnywhisper's ears flicked slightly when Dustclaw laughed. She mentally went over her words, finding nothing funny in what she'd just said. She was about to ask him why he laughed when he voiced the reason.

"Cloverpaw wants to become leader as well. But she shows promise. I think she could also have a chance - but she's a little too cheeky. Brackenpaw doesn't have that problem... from what I've seen, at least."

Tawnywhisper smiled. She could see how Cloverpaw could be cheeky, though she'd never witnessed the apprentice act so. "Brackenpaw has his moments, but he's pretty level-headed." She said.

The tan she-cat sighed ever so lightly at the silence that stretched between them. It was nice having someone to talk to that didn't expect one of them to be saying something at all times. Having periods of silence in conversations was always good for her; it gave her a chance to gather her thoughts and think about things.

""Perhaps we could train together some time, with our apprentices."

Tawnywhisper looked at Dustclaw. A hint of sadness flashed through her eyes, but was gone within seconds. She hadn't trained with anyone other than her apprentice since her sister died. 'But,' She thought with determination, 'it's time to start moving on.'

For some reason, the thought of moving on scared her. She looked down, afraid Dustclaw would pick up on the montage of emotions flowing through her eyes. That was one thing she hated about herself; her inability to keep her emotions hidden. Both her sister and her mentor had told her that anyone could read how she was feeling at a particular moment by just looking at her eyes. Ever since then, the she-cat had taken to looking down at the ground when she was feeling emotions she didn't want others to know about.

After a short pause, Tawnywhisper replied. "Yeah, training them together is a good idea. Brackenpaw hasn't had the chance to train with anyone but me so far." she said. "Maybe we could look for them later today and let them know that we'll be needing them tomorrow so they don't run off on us." she said, once again looking up. This time, however, she had a smile on her face.

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