Why so Shy?

It had been a few days since Marshmallow's ceremony and her vigil. She had only just gotten used to being called Marshmallow and the warrior's den, yet it still felt weird at some points. She was sitting in camp, thinking about unexpected dark things- was it still unexpected? She had dark thoughts a lot now and she just had to accept them, what's the point of ignoring things that made a lot of sense? Marshmallow didn't see it, that's for sure.

A white shape caught her eye. Shykit? No- Shypaw. Marshmallow and Shypaw were technically adopted siblings, as far as she knew. Frostgaze had taken Marshmallow under his wing and seemed to care about a lot of tiny rogues. She didn't have a real opinion on rogues, and just based it off of who she was talking to. So, she would be nice. That's what she decided. With so many enemies in the clan right know, so many distrustful eyes, Marshmallow felt Shypaw would be quite easy to talk to, and maybe... manipulate? She didn't feel manipulative, but maybe that was just right word. She didn't feel evil, but manipulate seemed like an evil word. "Shypaw." She walked over with a smile. "Care to go hunting with me? You probably don't know me that well, but I'm Marshmallow, I saw you come into camp that one day, but I was an apprentice then."

Shypaw's ears perked up and she lifted her head at the sound of her name, seeing the black-and-white she-cat with the beautiful odd eyes who had been named a warrior just a few nights ago approaching her. She had seen her dad congratulate Marshmallow at the ceremony, her big sister.

Shypaw nodded excitedly, her eyes wide bright silvery.

In the sunrises Shypaw had slept in the apprentices den, she and Marshpaw hadn't crossed paths much. Her big sister had always seemed nice though, and Shypaw was excited to get to know Marshmallow. Shypaw remembered her from that one day too, that her sister had scened Shypaw's first family, and it had somehow felt like a shared secret.

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