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Originally Posted by Undercover
Eburneanpaw bounced into the clearing, excited as always. His paws huzzed with energy; he was really looking forward to the gathering, looking around for someone to talk to. |
Sharppaw trudged to the Seastones, ill-tempered after what had happened. “Let’s get this over with,” he hissed, putting on a fake grin. He trotted over to a... happy looking WindClan apprentice. Grin fading to a small smile, Sharppaw sat before the other tom. “Hi!” Sharppaw meowed, faking excitement. “What’s your name?”