Watching the stars (A rogue looking for a clan)

(Maybe I can recommend that another apprentice might so, greet him?)

(Hmm... Alright. New apprentice it is.)

Woodpaw trotted over. The tan she-cat looked at Lunarpaw curiously. "So you're from Windclan?" she asked curiously, cocking her head to the side and looking at him with her large, green eyes.

Lunarpaw looks at the tan apprentice and nods, "Indeed. I am Lunarpaw,nae you probably have learned. And you are?"

"I'm Woodpaw!" she said happily, giving a little bounce of excitement.

"Woodpaw, what a suitable name," Lunarpaw simply responds. His eyes focused on the she-cat.

Woodpaw nodded. "I guess I am wood-colored," she mewed as she glanced at her light tan fur.

Lunarpaw looks at his own fur and shutters, he hated his name. He and his sister were only named by a theme. He found it extremely stupid. He wanted to be more of himself, but instead he wore the chains of his name.

Woodpaw blinked. "Now that you have a new clan, you could change your name," she suggested. "Only if you want to, though."

Lunarpaw slightly nods, "I supposed I shall communicate with Technostar later."

Woodpaw gave a small nod, unsure of what else to say. It was a bit awkward talking to a cat from another clan.

Lunarpaw on the other hand was quite content talking to a cat that was from another clan that he's now in.

"So, what's it like in Windclan?" the apprentice asked curiously.

"Pretty boring. It's expansive and the other cats are quite friendly," Lunarpaw states and lays his head down on his paws.

"Hmmm..." Woodpaw seemed to be thinking about life in Windclan. "I bet it's fun to sleep outside! We all pretty much live in this building, besides going outside to hunt and patrol. We train here, too." She sighed and looked over at him. "Sometimes I hate being stuck inside. I'd like to sleep outside for once!"

Lunarpaw raises his head, "It's great to see you enthusiastic about the outdoors but it isn't all that great."

Woodpaw glanced at him. "Why not?" she asked curiously.

"It's too quiet. The bugs are atrocious. Triggers get stuck in your fur. And many other things." Lunarpaw mutters.

Woodpaw giggled. "Bugs... ew," she agreed.

(Did you just bash bugs? I swear on me mum I'll bush ye skull in)

Lunarpaw's shoulder's heave, "they're not too bad."

(No, child. I ATE bugs. *cackles evilly*)

"But they bite," the apprentice complained, then looked him over. "You okay?"

(You wanna go punk?)

"Fine."

(CHUCKLE CHUCKLE)

Woodpaw gave a small nod, then turned to a gray tom who was standing by the entrance. "Sorry, Lunarpaw, I have to go. I'll talk to you later," she said sadly as she headed towards the gray tom.

(Wow don't laugh. You might choke on the bug's poison)

Lunarpaw nods and lays down again.

Woodpaw trots off, leading the way as the gray tom follows her. The tom gave Lunarpaw a suspicious glance before following her.