Once more, it seemed like Havenfade's paws brought him to the apprentice's den. It seemed like there were always new apprentices needing training lately, and less and less paws available to train them.
He doesn't remember how the Medicine Cat's daughter came to ask him about training, but he very clearly remembers that he promised to take her out of camp. She was just so sweet, and the idea of upsetting her had tugged at his heart.
He doesn't know, either, when he became the responsible one. So far, he's quite enjoyed his time teaching the little munchkins, and their bright little personalities, so he couldn't really complain.
His mother would certainly be happy to hear that he's stepped up.
Havenfade doesn't find Littlepaw in the apprentices Den when he ducks his head inside to call for her. He almost thinks he sees her for a second, but realizes it's Windpaw.
Huh, he hadn't realized how similar the ladies looked. Well, at a glance they did, and if you hadn't met one or the other before. Something about their little patterns.
Or maybe he was just terrible at distinguishing his Clanmates.
Havenfade back tracks, and begins to wander the clearing, hoping to find her. It's always a possibility that she's gone, either on a patrol or being taken for training by someone else.
He hadn't really given a clear plan of when to expect him to take her, so it was fair to assume she might have asked other warriors as well, and simply been the slower one.
Oh well, they can always go on a different day if that's the case.
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