Who you gonna call? [c]

Rainpaw had thrown himself into his training with abandon. When he wasn't actively training with Birdchaser, he was practicing with Crookedpaw, or even asking Crimsonflame or Wolfblossom if he can tag along for their patrols. He was sore from all the work his body wasn't anywhere near used to. He was still small enough despite his age to have to move twice as fast just to keep up with the warrior's long strides. He didn't mind though. He was happy to building up his stamina, happy to be proving he had plenty to give to the clan he now called home.

But now it was evening, the cool Leaf-fall air deepening into cold that fell over the camp and made Rainpaw shiver despite his thick fur. He surpressed a yawn, tired from the day's training. Still, he was awake and a little restless, searching for something to occupy himself. He pretty quickly spotted another apprentice he'd seen in the den, not far from the Elder's den. He hesitated. He was still a little shy approaching his clanmates, but well, he couldn't stay that way forever. He needed to get to know more of his clanmates than just the cats he met early on.

Rainpaw took a deep breath and walked over, tail twitching a bit. "Hello," He said. And then he had the awful realization that he hadn't actually planned what to say, and now felt like he was floundering a little. "Um. I'm Rainpaw." He said. Introducing himself is normal and good, right? ...Right?

Rainpaw's eyes lit up with recognition as the other tom introduced himself. Crimsonflame's son. Rainpaw had been hoping to meet him. It was then that Rainpaw noticed Asterpaw's skittishness. Luckily he didn't have to wonder long as to what had his fellow apprentice so on edge, as Asterpaw quickly offered the explanation.

He blinked. Haunted? He followed Asterpaw's gaze to the elders' den. It had never seemed very haunted to Rainpaw, but then again, he was hardly a superstitious cat. It seemed unlikely to him that a cat who had died would just be...hanging around someplace as a ghost. Rainpaw almost went to say as much, but after glancing at Asterpaw again, he decided against it. He didn't want to make Asterpaw feel as though he was being silly or anything, even if Rainpaw didn't see what was scary. Maybe if they checked it out together, Asterpaw would feel better. And maybe they could become friends. Rainpaw liked that idea. Crookedpaw was always saying Rainpaw needed to talk with more cats their age.

"Sure," Rainpaw said, dipping his head a little. "I don't think I've seen something like that before, but I can look with you. Lead the way." He gave a small smile.