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[badgerstripe]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Warriorhood was less than a mere moon away - but seemingly, that didn't bar the older apprentices from doing menial tasks.

Badgerpaw, alongside Palepaw and Softpaw, were assigned to changing bedding from various dens while the daily patrols were sent out. If she were any further away from receiving her name, she'd respond with a loud groan, but being this close to her ceremony meant no risk could be taken to lose her future name. So, with gritted teeth, she followed the two apprentices towards the nursery with a wad of clean moss clenched between her jaws. "I'm here to change your bedding," Badgerpaw announced, muffled, once her head was poked into the den. Green eyes squinted against the darkness of the den and scanned for any soon-to-be-parents that were present in the nursery.

"'Should get the babies in on this," the tortoiseshell would mutter, muffled between the moss before it soon drops to her feet. Of course, by 'babies' she was referring to the younger apprentices: though she had no quarrel with any of them, and welcomed them into her social circle if they were so willing, she wouldn't hesitate to pass on her duties onto someone else. At least Softpaw was with them now, carrying her share of the weight. "Do you think we'll have to do this when we become warriors?" she'd mutter to Palepaw. She hoped not. Then, her gaze turned towards Softpaw, one of the younger apprentices. Badgerpaw hoped she didn't take offense to indirectly being called a baby. To quickly hide her comment, she changed the subject with a friendly inquiry. "How do you like being an apprentice so far? Unfortunately there will be many more nest changings to come," she'd muse lightheartedly, giving the younger molly a wink.

One by one, she worked on replacing the old moss in the nests, haphazardly tossing the bad bits over her shoulder, continuously following this pattern until a surprised yelp rang through the den. Badgerpaw's head spun in the direction of the noise, only to be met with someone else's wad of moss to her face - she realized then that with her lazy tossings, she'd hit someone with a bit of moss, and was now facing the consequences by getting hit back. A cheeky grin spread across the molly's face as she turned and pretended to continue working on the nest; in reality, she was pressing bits of moss together and patting them down into a nice, round ball.

"Moss fight!" squealed Badgerpaw, and with that she tossed her well-shaped moss ball in the direction of one of the other apprentices.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── SILVER AND GOLD ⋅❁⋅ EVERYONE WISHES FOR IT ──┐‎

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  ooc - please wait for @Palepaw and @Softpaw ! feel free to play any of the cats i'm describing!
  

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  BADGERPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of thunderclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long-furred blue tortoiseshell with a notable black dorsal stripe and green eyes.
  ⭃ daughter of n/a // apprentice of burnstorm
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by ixora ↛ @.ixora on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Softsight]

After the new law had been introduced that apprentices weren't to be made until six moons, Softpaw had found her apprenticeship cut short early as she was instructed to stay within the camp until she reached her sixth moon; she was an apprentice in name only, with none of the typical freedoms that came with the rank. But it bothered her not; she'd not had the chance to explore newfound freedoms, so staying in the camp was just par for the course as her life had been as a kitten.

Now, Softpaw was quietly padding after older apprentices Palepaw and Badgerpaw with moss filling her mouth, going about the ever-needed duty of changing out nests. She didn't mind the monotony of the task, though she could tell through all of Badgerpaw's itching that the older apprentice would rather be doing almost anything else. Palepaw, on the other paw, seemed resigned enough to be doing what they were doing.

"It has been informative," Softpaw responded when she was addressed, having not been bothered by being indirectly called a baby - after all, hadn't many young apprentices been insinuated to be such when the new law was imposed? Her youth was not something she was bothered by most of the time, unless it was strictly in the way of getting answers to questions she had. "I don't mind changing the nests. A little boring, but as long as it helps,"

She was just finishing her sentence when the first mossball hit her square in the chest, and the small apprentice was forced back a few paces out of surprise. A moss fight was something she hadn't done since she'd been a 'kit, and hadn't even considered the possibility of doing something so childish now that she was an apprentice. Letting the mossball slide to the ground, Softpaw pawed at it with consideration, before looking back up at Badgerpaw. "Should we really be doing this right now?"​