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A black silhouette advanced on the Windclan border. Slightly smaller then a warrior but defiantly an apprentice. In the dying rays, the colors leapt and pranced through the sky as if trying to impress all things living. The cat was obviously a she, a black pelt with white marking gracefully tugging on the black. She had extremely light blue eyes that seemed to static like lightning but looked like they sparkled like the sea.

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She approached him with a straight posture. She stopped at the river.
"Night walk?" She assumed. Then her piercing eyes studied him. The sparkling glitter made it seem like lightning striking her eyes. Her black fur glistened in the rising silver moon.
"And who are you?" she asked with a curious smile.

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"Im Nightpaw," she replied. Nightpaw's fluffy tail flicked back and forth.
"And nice to meet you, Hawkpaw," Nightpaw greeted.

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"No, I am a Windclan apprentice. You'll probably see me in the moor a lot," Nightpaw giggled.

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"Uhm, naw, your not attacking me, so there is no reason," Nightpaw murmured.
"Well, see you tomorrow I guess," she mewed.

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Nightpaw looked over her shoulder. She padded back.
"Hmm?" she asked, tilting her head. Her piercing blue eyes studied him.

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Nightpaw was silent. Her eyes were blank.
"Uhm," she looked around and took a sudden interest in her paws then a small ladybug creeping along a grass stem. Her stomach flopped around. What do I say! she thought.
"I-I," she looked at him slowly then hardly spoke the last words,"think I feel the same." Then she rose her voice," but it is silly that we both met," she laughed.

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