WOODPAW
Apprentice - ThunderClan - Tom
As he heard the call from Wolfhive, Woodpaw's ears perked up from beside the apprentice den, his pelt well-groomed as he was cleaning his paws. His bright yellow eyes glowed slightly under the beam of the dawn skies as he stood up and made his way over, a slight tilt in his head at what was going to happen today, anticipating it.
Gazing around at fellow apprentices thinking and talking out loud about what they needed to do better of, Woodpaw first searched for the figure of his friend, Acornpaw, to not have spotted her at first. Sighing in a bit of a defeat, and hoping she was not with Blazepaw again, he stood up towards the warrior with a dip of his head in respect. Though unsure if he'd hear from the abundance of apprentices, he meowed, slightly louder than usual,
"I'd like to improve my battling techniques." It'll always be mandatory, consider the current tension between the clans.