pafp i wouldn't ask you — asking questions

it's not my fault i have my father's eyes .
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Littlekit watched from afar, expression thoughtful until he blew an imaginary bubble in the air, hoping that would take away all the bubbling anger that festered within his tiny body, but it didn’t really do much other than make him look stupid. He huffed, forcing his emotions away. Instead, he picked up his paws, wondering just what else these gullible apprentices did. His nose crinkled. Stupid Crowpaw.

He found a molly, ears perking up in curiosity. He wondered if all apprentices were stupid or if was it just those two. He shrugged. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t gullible. Limbs don’t fall off! “I have a question.” He announced, gaze unblinking while staring at the molly with a twitch of his whiskers, curiosity peeking through the bland haze. “What is it you do?” He had been wondering that for some time, watching the other with a tilt of his helm. “Do apprentices need mentors?” He added, nose crinkling.

/ please wait for @CINDERPAW.
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