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Small Scene

by Bluefeather

Bluefeather Tell me what you think! I am a apprentice here... Anyway, like if you like!
Bluepaw sighed. Why did everything so great in life have to come with one bad thing? Her paws weighed her down as she slowly padded out the camp door. The pine trees lit a nice scent as Bluepaw tried to calm down. Then, a silver figure appeared in front of her. Bluepaw stared open-mouthed at the tall handsome tom in front of her. He seemed about a young warrior and had dark brown fur. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“Greetings, Bluepaw.”

Bluepaw closed her jaw and sent a gulp down her throat.

“Who...are you?”

“I am Pine, former rouge but joined Shadowclan. I now hunt with Starclan.”

His nose pushed closer to mine.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked.

Bluepaw struggled to concentrate and finally managed to squeak out.

“I am tired of being in the camp.” She lied.

“That’s no way for this precious feather to feel.” Pine mewed.

White blossoms started flying in the air. Bluepaw looked up and one flower landed softly on her nose. She laughed quietly.

“Are you OK now?” Pine asked with the most quiet gentle voice.

“Yes. Thank you.” Bluepaw responded.

Her pelt caught a cold wind and the leaves around them started to fly.

“I have to go. Bye.” Bluepaw whispered.

With one quick jump, she disappeared into the trees.
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