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Moonpaw
Apprentice || He/him || 6 Moons || Purrks: Chill of death

Aaaaand back down the seastones the apprentice slid, watching helplessly as Momma's regal figure moved further and futher away. Curse his adorable little paws!! They weren't ready to climb things yet!! With a frustrated huff, Moonpaw waddled back into the crowd. The other clans had arrived, and he didn't want to make any trouble.

Besides, it seemed Thunder lady was already annoyed at... uh something. He had stopped listening about a second after she opened her mouth.