Ghostpaw stood silently, her eyes closing slowly, "He must lead a troubled life," she said, her voice firm and serious. She twitched her tail and padded towards the den, seeming as if the whole episode had never happened. "Hmmmm..." she mewed, "I've always wanted to hunt....oh! I like battling too, but sleeping is far, far, far, far, far, far, far better,"

((She's...mad))

Snakepaw watched Ghostpaw with narrowed eyes, curled up in the farthest nest away from the entrance. "What is it like to be blind?" he asked her, nearly silent. His golden tail tip trailed across the ground, and his green eyes almost seemed to glow in the gathering darkness.

Lionfur sighed, and stared after her apprentice.

Poppypaw rolled her eyes, and went to go get something to eat.

Snakepaw nodded, whiskers twitching as he considered this. He said in a bitter voice, "Then I guess we're even. You're blind, and I'm the size of a four-moon-old kit." He blinked. "It's difficult, but not entirely bad." He curled up, tucking his nose under his tail tip. "Good-night."

Poppypaw stood outside the apprentice's den, startled. That was the longest conversation Snakepaw had had with anybody. Including her. She padded off to go sleep near the camp entrance.

Ghostpaw snorted, "are you insulting me? I'm the exact same size as you, i not smaller," she retorted snarkily, her whiskers twitching with amusement.

((Same here Moo D8))

Limefeather nodded, and said in a very, very quiet voice:

"Just after my mentor, Rainstorm, pas sed onto starclan, I was very confused. I met a young tom named Chestnutclaw, who was very nice and seemed to follow the warrior code. After a while, though, we started sneaking around." Her eyes blazed with self-disgust and sorrow. "Not long after, he was killed in a raid on Oakclan." She twitched her whiskers. "And about a moon after that, I found out I was expecting his kits." 

"As soon as I kitted them, I took Poppykit, Snakekit and Minnowkit into the forest and rolled them in garlic to hide their scent. Then I dragged them back to camp. Minnowkit died. Then, after that, everyone thought that they were rogue kits, and took them into the clan and raised them up." Her eyes were hollow now.

"Starclan are not angry with me; they have allowed me to stay in my position, and speak with them, but if the leader found out, I'd surely be kicked out." She stared at Nightpaw with serious eyes. "I hope you'll learn from my mistakes, Nightpaw. Be careful who you trust your  emotions with."

Then, without another word, she padded out of her den and into the gathering darkness.

Snakepaw, with-out warning, lunged at her and pinned her on the ground with unsheathed claws on ehr throat. "You filthy kitty pet," he spat, still in a hushed voice. "You don't belong here, you mis-fit. Why are you here? Did your two-legs send you? Or are you some filthy rogue ready to slaughter whoever you want because you don't care about anyone else?" His voice had raised to almost a wail. "You're going to kill me, just like your kind killed my parents, aren't you?" He hissed, sinking his claws into her throat deeply. "NEVER."

Ghostpaw stood her ground, "Kittypet? Yes, you could say that. I was taken in by an unusual two-leg, not the least bit violent. I was born a runt, so my mother kicked me out rather than spend her energy feeding me. That's why I could p*censored* off as a abandoned kit, not a half-grown cat," she meowed.