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The elders once told him a story. A tale of a cat who, every single day, would push a large rock to the top of a mountain and every single time he got to the top the rock would go tumbling right back down again. An impossible task, to get that rock to the top of the mountain, but every sunrise...

Understanding washes over him in the days following the fox attack. His friend is quiet, unnaturally so, and while that was reason enough to worry, he knows. The need for sleep, for rest, it is familiar. So he does not say anything about it, resigned to long vigils deep into the night alone, his...

Eveningpaw could have other friends, he tells himself. It is okay that she had not invited him to sneak out with her. Better, even, when he considers the state that Magpiepaw was in when finally they found them. Bloodied, a mess of crimson splashed against a night sky pelt. Would Graypaw have...

Truly, he is glad she likes it. She repeats it back, the name sounding even more right when it falls from her tongue. It's pretty she says and he only nods in agreement while at the same time he thinks it would be difficult, impossible even, to give his friend a name that made her ugly. She...

He had not heard Eveningpaw slip out into the night. Perhaps if he had he would have stirred too, followed the pair out and been the voice of reason for them. "Let's go back" he would have said "before anyone notices we're gone" because he could not afford to be in any more trouble than he...

A soft laugh escapes from his jaws, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a warm smile takes over his features. In her company, it is so easy to forget. She says his rhyme isn't very nice, but he knows it's all in good fun, her words meant to tease more than anything else. If Eveningpaw was ever...

Keep him away from the other kits. Ever since then, Graypaw had done his best to stay away from the nursery. There is a piece of him that misses it more than anything, the safety and comfort drawn from the scent of milk and the way the willow branches and reeds shrouded him and his kin. It had...

Today was hard. But so had every day been since becoming an apprentice. Every day he wakes up and he's expected to learn something, to absorb all the knowledge he possibly could. Six moons to do it seemed like not enough, in his opinion but he supposes in the six moons he's been alive so far...

It was by no means the perfect day. Clouds hung heavy in the sky, threatening in their weight as they promised an incoming storm. The air was thick and muggy with barely a breeze to stir the surface of the water of which he stares into. There, just past his reflection, was that movement? He...

The idea of a competition is not something unfamiliar to his young mind. He remembers kit-hood well, after all, it had not even been a full moon since he moved out from the nursery (and yet it simultaneously felt as if a lifetime had passed). He remembers how, as kits, he and his den-mates would...

The thought that there are cats who reside in his clan that do not swim is a strange concept to him. From the moment he could walk it had been expected to at least step foot in the water, to graduate slowly from wading through the shallows to learning how to swim. He was born and bred for it...

Tw: PTSD symptoms mentioned briefly This is stupid he cannot help but to think as he flashes a look at Splashpaw and Pebblepaw from the corner of his eyes. If apprentices could just go around demanding things of their mentors where did that leave him? Could he request to only patrol alongside...

He tries to find reasons to be happy. His mother is his mentor, his aunt looks brighter and happier than he had ever seen her in the nursery, and Eveningpaw had saved him a spot next to her, just as he had promised. All of these things melt away at the grief, at the guilt, but only a little. It...

This should be a happy day. An excited buzz fills the air from his denmates who were graduating to the apprentice den alongside him, from his aunt who meticulously grooms them to perfection. But while his pelt shines, not a hair out of place, his green eyes are dull, listless as he sits among...