Finchpaw
| cookie cat | it/he/they | ShC apprentice | 6 moons |



Finch trotted out of the apprentice den, stretching. It let out a slight purr from the weather. Warm but cloudy, slightly cool at a breeze that would make his fur drift slightly to the right. His paws and legs ached in soreness from the training and hunting he had done the other day. Was he ever going to get used to it? Hopefully. They picked up their head then and searched the crowd of Shadowclan cats in the clearing. Who would be a new friend today...


@glitch