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He hadn't intended on straying so far away from the camp, truly. One split hunting patrol and an accidental turn later, the marsh surrounding him became less damp and more woodsy, the boggy earth beneath his paws drying into real soil. He supposed he could attempt to catch something different...

Multiple answers to his conundrum of a question. Double frog, one frog ― Lilacpaw's sudden answer earned a barking laugh from Brookpaw, giggles erupting from his wheezy chest. Not for long, as he swiftly silenced himself, though a toothy smirk remained on his snout. He paused in his work, paws...

Accompanying Betonyfrost on her hunt, though a fair distance away and left to his own methods, Brookpaw failed to even see where his mentor vanished off to. One moment he nosed around in the mud in the hopes of discovering a buried toad with her several tail-lengths away, the next? She darted...

He hastily froze in his bouncing and nodded, almost shamefully as she echoed his admission. A flaw, though he didn't exactly see it as such yet. His head bobbled alongside hers, though he stopped sooner and smoother. Her silence worried him, honey-colored eyes searching her face for any sign of...

He couldn't figure out for the life of him why Granitepaw seemed to dislike him so much. Had he said something wrong? Teased him maybe? The only time Granitepaw regarded him with any sense of camaraderie was when he needed backup against those ThunderClan apprentices at the gathering. It was...

His brow quirked in near-confusion as the warrior muttered out several 'alright's in slow succession. Gradually, he settled himself into a seated position, dappled tail flicking back and forth. He wanted to cast his stare somewhere else, maybe back at the frog behind him, or anywhere besides...

It was his first true outing beyond the camp in an unbelievable while, something he was grateful for. Lounging around the camp all day with nothing but idle chores was going to bore him into an early grave. Surely, the older warriors could forgive the restless skip in his step as he followed the...

He stepped away from the meeting with an odd mixture of feelings within his narrow chest. A combination of relief at finally being free from ridicule thanks to Granitepaw and an acrid sense of uncertainty ate away at his ribcage, sinking hooks between the bones. He didn't know Betonyfrost, not...

He foggily remembered the day he was first apprenticed. While it was really only three months ago, it felt like an eternity. He could imagine himself as an excitable bundle of fluff practically standing on tiptoe to reach his new mentor's nose; now, he wasn't as excited. Brookpaw assumed he...

Like many others, it was officially his first time attending a gathering. There's a skip in his step as he follows the rest of his clan into the clearing, though not enough to be annoying. Hopefully. Brookpaw grinned wildly at the sight of so many cats altogether, his eyes sparking with awe. He...

He couldn't entirely pinpoint why he was even going about this, beyond deciding he needed to prove a willingness to be friends. That, and as a tangible congratulations after his voice fell short. True to his internal word, Brookpaw set out to uncover the perfect gift from his trove of hidden...

..... The last time he could remember being groomed by anyone other than himself was when he was barely knee-high to a warrior, feverishly licked down by his mother as though her final gesture of affection could ward away his sickness. The memories were hazy now, fogged over as much as the...

..... Of all the other apprentices, Starlingpaw had been the nicest to him so far. Though if all it took was a simple good morning to gain his trust, then he must have incredibly low standards. Nevertheless, he occasionally wondered once or twice since their exchange if her leg was healing...

..... He heard the other apprentice before seeing her, ears perking up at the clumsy limp approaching from across the vacant camp. Brookpaw lifted his gaze, steadily watching Starlingpaw hobble closer. She seemed as indecisive about it as he did, though he couldn't care enough to move away from...

..... A bitter chill swept between the tangled thorns of the bramble shelter, ruffling his thin fur until his very bones shivered as he slept. Brookpaw awoke with chattering teeth, amber eyes peeking into the darkness that still enveloped the rest of the apprentices' den. He blinked, partially...