Rest, Relaxation, and Good Friends [C]

Being an apprentice was.. tiring.

Stretching each of her limbs, Cloverpaw let out a heavy breath. It was a quick change from kithood, but it was one she couldn't complain about. She greatly appreciated being able to get out and do things, but she certainly wouldn't object to the chances she had to enjoy the sun and lay down.

Padding over to the fresh-kill pile, the she-cat picked up a nice-looking and found a place to settle down with it. Flicking the scales off it with a claw, she took a bite out of it and gave a contented sigh, lost in thought and unaware of the cats around her.

Yarrowpaw, when not risen by Dewlight, always rose a bit later than the rest. Stumbling out of the apprentice den, the newly-appointed apprentice scanned the camp for familiar faces to spend his morning with, odd eyes settling on Cloverpaw. Suddenly very awake, Yarrowpaw bounded towards his best friend, almost barreling into other cats on his trek. The tom skidded to a halt next to the she-cat, halfway through her breakfast, and plopped himself down next to her.
'Good morning!' He thought as almost noiseless, staccato chirps bubbled from his rarely-used throat.

The sound of paws pounding towards her snapped Cloverpaw out of her thoughts, startling her to attention. She snapped her head up, just in time to watch Yarrowpaw nearly careen into her. With a yelp of surprise, she started to scramble backwards, but the tom only flopped down besides her and she quickly relaxed back into place, erupting into a fit of laughter.

"Good morning, Yarrowpaw!" She purred, mindful to finish her sentence before she leaned over to nuzzle his shoulder. She felt like she had hardly been able to spend time with him since their ceremonies– of course, they still saw each other, but she missed being kits when they could spend a whole day playing and not worrying about a thing.

Giving herself a quick shake to snap herself out of reminiscing, she flicked his side with her tail to get his attention, mouthing 'How do you like Dewlight?' She was so grateful he had caught her when he'd did so they could spend their morning together.. Oh! The she-cat looked suddenly struck by thought, and she quickly nosed what had been her fish towards him, nodding vigorously for him to eat.

Pouting a tad from Cloverpaw's laughter, Yarrowpaw playfully swats at her before settling back down, watching his clanmates go by alongside his longtime friend. 'She's nice.' he mouths back, bumbling yowls falling out in-between words- he doesn't know he's doing it, and other cats have come to accept that he's just a bit louder than most. The apprentice takes a grateful bite out of his friend's meal, giving a thoughtful hum and a nuzzle in thanks. 'How do you like Ivystar?'

Yarropaw missed Cloverpaw intensely, since he rarely got to have a moment with her anymore. She had become apprentice before he did, and had much more experience, and Yarrowpaw envied her as well as cherished her. Oh, how they've grown from a boisterous she-kit and her quiet, ostracized friend. Yarrowpaw missed those days, but he quickly reminds himself to keep facing forward- defying the odds and becoming a warrior was almost tangible now.

The white tom leans his fluffy head against Cloverpaw's shoulder, cherishing the rare moment of stillness.

"She's great. I'm sure you know that, though.  but I love her!" Cloverpaw hummed, her grin growing even wider. Even though Yarrowpaw's yapping was certainly louder than her Clanmates, but she was more happy to hear it than any of their little mews; compared to being kits, when he would barely squeak at her, she loved that he had found a voice for himself. Her chest felt tight, overfull with love and pride for how much her friend had grown.

When he rested his head against her, she giggled a little again and twisted to put her chin on top of his head. She hadn't realized how tired she'd been, but she realized if she stayed like this long enough, she would doze right off..

Oh well. As long as no one was fetching them for anything, she saw no problem with a few more moments of sleep under the warming morning sun.