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OOC: Omg, what happened to your poor typing machines?
Summerwind sighed as Skypaw continued his fervered, passioante speech. Coulnd't the tom just understand that Summerwind wanted him to be safe and not risk his life needlessly? But the gray apprentice's expression soon turned forgiving and he ran at him with a tackle. The silver warrior let himself fall with an oof! and quickly untangled himself from Skypaw, leaping to his paws. The chuckle that bubbled within him was quelled with difficulty. The warrior strode casually from the apprentice, as if bordering on indecision. His green-blue eyes twinkling, Summerwind frowned. "I don't know... Then he turned to face Skypaw, a grin, brighter than the sun, splitting his handsome face. "Aw, who am I kidding kiddo. Fine, yeah, alright, meow? Doesn't matter, they all mean yes.
He gave the apprentice a pat on the shoulder with a heavy paw, and sighed. By Starclan, he was such a push over. But Summerwind had seen much in his life, and now, the seasoned peak of his age nearing it's end, he thought he might as well have fun with it and teach Skypaw all that he knew. Summerwind was certain that he would always be a kit at heart. And reckless and fun-loving as well, just like Skypaw. Summerwind told the apprentice just that. "You know, I was just like you when I was young," he meowed, his voice warm with memories. "But, I've got to give you credit, I was much more foolish. I once travelled into a full-out storm jsut for the heck of it, and almost paid for my actions with my life. His eyes darkened and he smiled at SKypaw, hoping his story was an interesting one. On the other paw, it could also be very boring. You never knew what today's youth was interested in.
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