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Having a new mentor was strange. Accompanied by the fresh scar down his face, he had trailed after Needledrift and Tadpolepaw into the forest- to the Thunderclan border. Webstripe had never taken him this far before, so his eyes shifted and trailed the marshes as he crept after them. Gentle...

Needledrift was seeking them out. He could tell by the way she was dragging her paws on the way over to them. A glance was given to the other apprentice he was settled near- this was Needledrift's apprentice, if he recalled correctly. His brain was still scrambled. Tadpolepaw wasn't too far from...

Mothpaw, against his wishes, did NOT go unnoticed. His ears flattened as he heard another apprentice calling out for him, as if it could make him smaller, but the other was persistent. That, and Mothpaw's gait was a tad bit shorter then the larger, so he couldn't just scamper away if he really...

// tw for abuse and slight graphic descriptions of a small injury! 'Training' is what Webstripe had called it. The travel out to a small, secluded location in the marshes, barely noting what things they were passing, and where they were. Mothpaw was just excited to get out of camp with...

Mothpaw twitched his ears as Needledrift dropped down. His head tilted gently, watching the warrior take over. She was crouching down, looking head- and notes were taken. Mothpaw watched intensely, the older leading the way. A whisper of her paws over the earth, truly beautiful performance of a...

// sorry for late response! The patrol that Mothpaw had been allowed on. Hope had his shoulders squared and his stance almost prance-like. He never got to go on patrols! This was all kinds of exciting, despite the trouble he might have had keeping up here and there. Uncertainty still followed...

// it is very much okay!!! Mothpaw had tensed up as the mossball SMACKED wetly into the older apprentice's noggin. Still, the grin found his muzzle, ignoring the urge to spill a laugh from his mouth. Mothpaw hadn't turned instantly, some kind of smug satisfaction settled in the pit of his...

Mothpaw [♀] - Apprentice - A cinnamon and blue tabby chimera tom with blue eyes @mothpaw

A call, not far off, caused Mothpaw pause. His ears twitched, but thinking little of it, the apprentice continued on his way, head tilting this way and that as he viewed the bog, weaving through undergrowth and dark brambles. But he had much smaller legs then the two older on his tail. When...

It wasn't like Mothpaw didn't know the history- okay, he definitely didn't. But that was okay, right? His ears twitched as he heard the kits and warriors conversing, and decided he was going to approach, pushing to his paws and padding over from the apprentice's den. Mothpaw's tail twitched...

Mothpaw hadn't been out of camp much yet. Well, that was kind of a lie. His mentor had dragged him out a couple of times, but he just wasn't feeling it. But today was the day! The day to go out in all of that mud and just look around. Have a looksie, you know? Mothpaw's tail was twitching...

Morning patrol was being called. Mothpaw had already been awake, watching some poor bug flit through camp moments before another apprentice whacked it done. A chuckle left him, and his head turned. A hunting patrol! Mothpaw watched Tadpolepaw basically get dragged out of the den, and a grin...

Mothpaw shared similar trust with his brother. He'd give it all and then some to see the other succeed and protect him, but that didn't mean he had to be bored the entire time he did. As they wandered around camp, a tiny grin brushed at his lips. The plan that formulated in his head wound itself...

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