Me: okay, new story, fresh new characters! :D now Mistpaw disclaimers plzzz

Mistpaw: why me?

me: I would have Windpaw do it but he doesn't talk.

Windpaw:...

Mistpaw: fine. Cynder doesn't own the concept of warrior cats, she owns me and all characters in story.

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I slid into camp, two sparrows dangling in my jaws. I placed my prey on the fresh kill pile and padded to the apprentices den.

"Hey Mistpaw." I was greeted by one of the apprentices, Goldenpaw.

"Hey." I responded, sitting down.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Mistpaw, I'm an apprentice of CreekClan. I'm a light gray-blue she cat with black spots, my tailtip is black with a few tabby stripes. I have white paws, but one silvery gray one, and my ears are tipped silver. My face is strange, it's silvery gray, but only around my face features. It gives me a misty appearance. Guess that's why they named me Mistpaw. Oh also my eyes pale blue.

Enough of me. I'll introduce the other apprentices.

There's Goldenpaw, who I'm probably closest to out of the apprentices. She's a golden tabby she cat with bright green eyes.

Her brother, Flamepaw is an oak brown tom with amber eyes. I don't really know him that well but he's cool I guess. Were on good terms I suppose.

Then there's Shadowpaw. Ugh. He has a crush on me and doesn't bother hiding it. Not like I feel the same anyway. He's a black and gray tabby tom with green eyes.

"So what's up Goldenpaw?" I asked my friend.

"Not much, me and Flamepaw just got back from hunting." She replied, curling her tail over her paws.

"Yeah me too." I mewed.

"Hey Mistpaw." Shadowpaw said to me, his face inches from mine.

"Uh hey." I replied, trying not to loose it.

He looked like he was nearly going to rub my muzzle until the reeds of the entrance rustled.

In came Windpaw, another apprentice. I totally forgot about him. The only reason I did is—

"So, the silent cat's back?" Shadowpaw taunted the tom.

Windpaw merely blinked before brushing past us.

"Don't be mean." I defended him. Even if he didn't talk, doesn't mean he should be teased for it.

Windpaw was a pale gray white tom with dark gray stripes and teal eyes. He never talked. I mean NEVER. Heck, he never makes a sound, I can hardly hear him breathe.

"Why are you defending the mute?" Shadowpaw questioned.

"Just cause he doesn't talk doesn't mean he should be bullied by the likes of you." I hissed. "Plus he's your kin for StarClan's sake!"

"Humph, only a half brother. And half DawnClan." Shadowpaw murmured.

I pushed past him to where Windpaw had laid down. When I got near he looked up at me, as if expecting some teasing.

"Hey, don't listen to Shadowpaw, he just doesn't understand why you don't talk." I mewed.

I wasn't expecting a vocal response. Windpaw blinked then nodded. He touched his paw to mine as if saying thanks.

Windpaw curled up, his back away from me and I took that as a I'm tired.

I padded back to Goldenpaw to find her talking with her brother.

"It's not that late," She said then glanced at me. "I think we should play a game."

"Like what? Were too old for mossball." Flamepaw mewed.

"I know silly, I was talking about perhaps truth or dare." Goldenpaw finished.

"I'm alright with that." I said then glanced at Windpaw. "Hey Windpaw, you wanna play?"

The tom lifted his head to look at me, blinked, then got to his paws. Shadowpaw sat beside me then Windpaw beside him.

"Okay, bro truth or dare?" Goldenpaw asked her brother.

"Uh I'll say truth." Flamepaw replied, flicking his tail.

"Would you rather clean ticks out of Reedpelt's fur, or clean the dirt place?" She asked, earning a giggle from me.

Flamepaw let out a groan, before taking a moment to think. "Reedpelt's ticks cause it sounds a bit better then other cat's dirt."

Goldenpaw and I laughed, Shadowpaw let out a snicker and Stormpaw...well said nothing, as usual.

"Okay, uh Shadowpaw truth or dare?" Flamepaw asked.

"Dare." Shadowpaw replied without hesitation.

"I dare you to poke one of the elders and then run."

Shadowpaw ran out of the den. A moment later a hiss was heard from the elder's den then he came back.

"I think I picked the wrong elder to poke." He sighed. "Whatever, hey mute truth or dare?" He asked Windpaw.

Windpaw hesitated, not knowing what to do. He unsheathed a claw and wrote in the dirt: D. I assumed it was for dare.

Since Shadowpaw was uncertain, I mewed, "I think he means dare." I looked to Windpaw for clarification. He nodded.

"Alright. Let's see..." Shadowpaw said, smiling slyly. "I dare you to talk for the rest of the game."

Windpaw flinched. "Come on, mute." Shadowpaw teased.

Windpaw opened his mouth, but quickly shut it. He shut his eyes and padded quickly out of the den.

"Wait! Windpaw!" I called after him.

Goldenpaw looked at me with a look that said, go get him.

I sighed and padded after him. It took me a moment before I sighted him just outside camp by the creek.

"Windpaw...you okay?" I asked him.

He jumped a little, startled. He flicked his ear before turning his gaze back to the direction of DawnClan territory.

I realized he must've been thinking of his dad. His dad was Badgerclaw, the old deputy of Rowanstar, before he was killed. Windpaw had a hard life. He had parents of different clans and his mother sees him as a nuisance. He had no siblings.

(Windpaw's POV)

I'd forgotten Mistpaw was still there. I turned my head to look at her, she gave me a small smile. "We should go back to the den."

I nodded and started following her back before casting a quick glance back at DawnClan's territory. Then back at Mistpaw.

Should I tell her? I thought to myself. Mistpaw's always been the nicest to me and right now, she seemed like the closest cat I had to a friend. I might as well tell her why I didn't talk.

I took a deep breath before I said, "Mistpaw,"