Of course it's you..........(Closed for Bloom)

She didn't usually go on leisurely walks, but Tawnypaw found herself doing just that. After she'd found out about her sister's kits and her brother's death, she needed to take her mind off things and think. She padded along the riverside, deep in thought, when she got the feeling someone was....watching her. She turned around and saw the massive black tom, Crowpaw.

"Of course it's you," she rolled her eyes.

Crowpaw's wicked smile tugged at his lips as he padded up next to the she-cat. "Got a problem with that, Tawnypaw?" He asked. His voice was deep and scratchy, as if he were a smoker....but he was a cat, so he wasn't a smoker. The tom brushed up against Tawnypaw as he passed, then flicked his tail against her face as he took the lead, just to annoy her. "Did you know that a group of crows is called a murder?" He continued to walk forward, not looking back at the other apprentice.

(Ok I'm imagining a smoking cat now and I can't stop laughing haha. Also, I'm changing her dialogue color.)

Tawnypaw padded alongside Crowpaw determined to keep up, and only slightly irritated. "Well, if a flock of crows is called a murder, then it's too bad there's only one here." She smirked at him.

(Tawny is the master of the smirk by now, ha)

Crowpaw didn't let any emotion seep into his face, but he let his signature smile stay there. "Well, it makes sense that they are called a murder, because a murder of crows will often mob other birds and animals to murder them and eat them. Also, crows occasionally murder each other for seemingly no reason." The apprentice picked up his pace to a jog to stay in front of Tawnypaw.

Tawnypaw started jogging ahead of Crowpaw, just to annoy him, and kept up the pace. "You seem to know an awful lot about crows, don't you? Any other redeeming qualities?"

Crowpaw stopped and looked at Tawnypaw, his smile fading into a serious expression. "I take a liking to birds. Crows mate for life, but the male crow will often cheat on the female crow, whilst the female crow will stay loyal." He then copied Tawnypaw's smirk from earlier. "Luckily I'm not a crow, then, huh?" Crowpaw then started moving again and brought his pace up to a run.

Tawnpaw started running ahead of Crowpaw, and after about 100 meters, she stopped abruptly.
"Huh, you like birds. Can't say I expected that - but you know quite a bit."

Crowpaw jogged a few tail-lengths after Tawnypaw stopped, then he glanced back at her over his shoulder. "Well, Tawnypaw, the clan isn't going to feed and protect itself. Do you want to hunt or fight with me? Or check the borders?" Crowpaw unsheathed and flexed his claws, letting them glint in the sunlight.

"We'd better check the borders - I don't think anyone's done it today." Tawnpaw set off ahead of Crowpaw, unsheathing her claws as well. "You know, speaking of birds, I was named after a tawny owl that shared my coloring," she mentioned, looking baack over her shoulder.

Crowpaw padded up next to Tawnypaw, trying to get in front. The two were just so competitive. "Crows take down birds bigger than them in a group, like owls for example," Crowpaw purred matter of factly.

Tawnypaw, refusing to let him get in front, raised her non-existant eyebrows again. "Thats interesting and all, but are you going to talk about anything but birds? Anyway, we're at the border now, so don't be an idiot."

Crowpaw narrowed his eyes at the she-cat. "What, are you annoyed with my bird fact giving?" He smiled mischievously, then sniffed the border. "Nobody's crossed into our territory or out of our territory. The border marking is still strong, so there is no need to remark it. Can we move on now, Tawnystar?" He exaggerated the last part to show how bossy she was being. He didn't need to listen to her! She was not his leader! Crowpaw lead himself.

Tawnypaw jogged alongside Crowpaw, and despite her irritation, she had to admit Tawnystar had a certain ring to it. "Yep, we should keep on going. You know, you could be so likeable if you weren't so snarky. That being said, look at me."

Crowpaw glared at Tawnypaw. "I'm only snarky to you, Tawnypaw, and I'd prefer not to be likeable. Those who are likeable make easy targets." The tom continued to stalk forward, purposefully making his large paws create heavy pawsteps.

Tawnypaw scoffed. "You look ridiculous doing that, Mr Heavy Paws. She gave Crowpaw yet another one of her famous smirks. But....I hate to say it, you're right about likability being an easy target. I'm only really close with my family - I can't say I've got many friends or anything, and I don't think I'm a very likable cat honestly - not that I really care - less weaknesses." As she said it, she was a little surprised at how true the words coming out of her mouth was - she was independent and cold or sarcastic to anyone other than her family. She was strong because of it. The last cat that she'd expect she'd be telling this to was Crowpaw.