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A light rain fell over WindClan's moors, replenishing its small streams and watering its abundance of plant life. Badgermoon took shelter beneath a particularly thick section of the camp's gorse wall, his dark tail swishing for the amusement of Rumblekit. "Practicing your pounces, my raindrop?" he purred, reaching out a speckled paw and attempting to gently bat the small point. "Are you looking forward to becoming an apprentice? It won't be long now." though he could hardly believe his own words, they were true: before long, he and Scorchstreak's children would have -paws on their names, mentors of their own, and a whole wide territory to explore. The fact boggled the mind.
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