- Nov 8, 2023
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After the announcement had been made that Springpaw was not to formally continue her training until she was six moons, she had fallen into a routine. Every morning, she would wake up and have breakfast with her friends and then she would do whatever camp chore was assigned to her as quickly but effeciently as she could then she would go play with her littermate, with her friends. Sometimes they played clan, sometimes they played mossball, but whenever they played wrestling she was content to sit out and watch from the sidelines. She was comfortable where she was, and she didn't give much thought to the fact that eventually, she would have to begin training for real again.
On the day of her sixth moon, the reminder that she could not be a kit forever hit her like a slap to the face. It came one morning when her mentor intercepted her on her way to do camp chores. A retour of the territory Orangestar had said. "Aww do we have to?" Springpaw had protested. She wanted to stay here, in camp, where it was safe and she could be with her friends all day long. Her mentor had insisted though, so now they were here with the small black molly following after her leader, picking her way through the undergrowth and jumping at every little noise.
"Uhm Ms.Orangestar?" she asks after a particularly frightening noise makes all the fur on the back of her neck stand on end. "Uh what if.. what would we do if a scary monster jumps out and attacks us? Or like I dunno what if a tree falls on me or sumin'?" Maybe they should just go back to camp, where she was safe and warm. She shivers and moves a little faster so she can catch up with the orange and white she-cat, not wishing to be left too far behind. "Where are we going?" she feels like she should know, but her first tour felt so far away...
// @Orangestar
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A small she-cat with fluffy black and white fur and bright blue eyes