~Moosecrash | @
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Stepping into camp, the coon narrowed his hazel eyes against the Newleaf sun.
Time to get started.
Plodding his way to the apprentice den, Moosecrash shoved his head into the entrance and called out, his baritone voice echoing in the darkness.
"Rainypaw, come out here please. I want to talk about training," he said, recoiling quickly. Oh that was loud. Oops.
Taking a moment to smooth his chest fur, which had spiked slightly in embarrassment, the large warrior took a seat to wait for his new apprentice to join him.
Rainypaw's Training [Private]
