Goldenwhisker flexed her claws, waiting for her apprentice to join her in the clearing. She cleared her throat. This would be her second apprentice. Apprentices were stupid nowadays, in her opinion. When she had been an apprentice, she was well disciplined. Scowling, Goldenwhisker swished her tail.
Witherpaw! Hurry up! What was taking him so long? Her first apprentice, Larkpaw, had been the most annoying furball she had ever met, thinking she knew everything. She slid her tongue over her teeth, remembering the taste of blood in her mouth. Yuck. She hadn't even killed Larkpaw herself, Quickpaw had finished off the job. Goldenwhisker lifted her head.
Witherpaw! Did ya hear me? I said, hurry up! She narrowed her eyes before calling,
Or I'll leave without ya!
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Eidolon