An apprentice in the warrior den would, usually, be a strange sight - but for frecklepaw, it's near daily problem. Though the mousy girl is usually a quiet thing, a silent shadow as she slips around camp and trails along after her siblings, whenever troutsnout is involved she is decidedly not. Blue and white speckled she-cat weaves her way through the crowd of bodies easily, round doe eyes settling upon her big sister with a pout.
" Trout - pst trout. Hey... hey... " she fusses, and though words are quiet as the early morning air already a pitiful whine is building in her throat as she fights to wake her sister, to grab her attention. They'd already been apart for far too long - chased out of the medicine den to let her 'rest' and 'recover' (frecklepaw thinks that troutsnout would've recovered far better at her side, what does the medicine cat apprentice know anyways).
" 'm hungry... let's go hunt, " she whines, soft voice pleading. It's not as though she'll starve if they don't leave immediately - or that she couldn't wait to be assigned on patrol, or for her mentor, or really for all manner of other opportunities to earn her fill; no, she just doesn't
want to. Can't be bothered if it's not her big sister beside her.
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