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[[M]etalpaw--]

The river burbled in a strange tune-- an ever changing melody that wasn't easy to pinpoint. Metalpaw knew it like the beating of his own heart. Every inconsistency. Every twist and bend. The river was his life. The river was him. Unfortunately, Metalpaw was not thinking of this. The river was something he took for granted. Something, that to him, had always been there, and always would be there.

Now, he walked along the bank. So many RiverClan cats had walked here before him, that it seemed as though grass didn't grow here any more. It was just packed dirt that never moved and was too compressed to allow the small sprouts through. It felt tough on his own paws, but that didn't stop the long bodied tabby. He kept moving, hoping for a water vole since his overly hooked claws proved a hinderance when fishing.

His short, stocky tail ficked from side to side, as he strolled rather aimlessly. He had no mentor, and Frostberry was too big with Kits for him to go to her. Though she seemed useless, she was just about the only one who paid any mind to her, and, thus far, she was the only one who'd given him training. He heaved a great sigh, before pausing along the bank and looking at his reflection. Across the river was Sunning Rocks-- the land that belonged to RiverClan and that ThunderClan had stolen. He wasn't paying attention to that though. His reflection was a fine cat. Strong, handsome. Built to be a warrior. Why was it no one expected anything of him, though? He wasn't mentally retarded. He wasn't deaf or blind. He could smell just fine. Hell, if there were other apprentinces, he was sure he'd be stronger. He was sure he'd be better. The clan wouldn't be laughing then.

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Pale, golden paws lightly kissed the worn ground along the river bank. A few stray drops of water flew from the bank, spattering against the warrior who walked it's border. Several silver, quick fish darted in the waters, tempting Shockwave to snag one of them to take back to the RiverClan camp. But, his paws just kept carrying the tom along, as if they knew something was up ahead. His gaze lifted from the ground, and up to another cat. Shockwave slowed to a stop, watching as the cat came his direction. The smaller cat stopped, and turned to look into the rushing water. Shockwave immediately recognized the younger tom as Metalpaw.

He paused for a few moments, before picking up his uneven pace to go and greet him. Part of him felt a little sympathetic for the apprentice. Metalpaw, unfortunately, was lacking a mentor to teach him the ways of a proper warrior. Shockwave was fully aware that the apprentice was highly capable. He was strong and willing to learn, and hunted for the Clan without a mentor to direct him to do so. The young tom would certainly make a fine warrior when he was older.

Shockwave slowed down a bit as he neared the silver and black tom. "Hello, there, Metalpaw," he mewed.

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