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There was little time to speak to her brother in their first half moon of apprenticeship. Stormpaw had not forgotten him. Things had been simpler then—and although they slept next to each other like in the nursery, their time was not at all spent together as much as she would have hoped. He was the only brother she had, and she would not lose this connection.
On her patrol with Owlear, Stormpaw had caught a bird—her first bird! She only had a little help. She proudly carried it back to camp, but before setting it in the fresh kill pile, she looked over it carefully and plucked the whitest feather from the underside of its wing. She had yet to see a bird with a color the same shade as Falconpaw's cream tabby, but this white would do well enough. It matched the white spots on his fur.
"Falconpaw!" She whispered. "Psst, Falconpaw?" She stuck her head in the apprentice den, white feather clutched carefully between her teeth. "Got you some-fing." She smiled.
@FALCONPAW
On her patrol with Owlear, Stormpaw had caught a bird—her first bird! She only had a little help. She proudly carried it back to camp, but before setting it in the fresh kill pile, she looked over it carefully and plucked the whitest feather from the underside of its wing. She had yet to see a bird with a color the same shade as Falconpaw's cream tabby, but this white would do well enough. It matched the white spots on his fur.
"Falconpaw!" She whispered. "Psst, Falconpaw?" She stuck her head in the apprentice den, white feather clutched carefully between her teeth. "Got you some-fing." She smiled.
@FALCONPAW