Wormpaw • He / It • Shadowclan Apprentice • 8+ moons
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Finally. The smoky black-furred tom breathed a heavy sigh as he rose to it's paws and exited the apprentices' den. It now was confident that apprenticeship did not equal freedom, it never did, and it never would.
Wormpaw glanced around the clearing, it was fairly early so he didn't necessarily expect anyone to be up. He padded towards the fresh-kill pile and picked up a frog. The shadowclan apprentice made his way over to a shady spot near the apprentices' den and settled in to eat his breakfast in peace.
After finishing what he could he disposed of the remains, then sat in camp, enjoying the warmth of the rising sun.
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