[Bean]

Rainpaw
He/They - 14 Moons

The scarred apprentice was surprised to hear the words 'picnic.' When was the last time he was able to really relax? Since... before... that. He had been only six moons old when tragedy struck RiverClan's old camp, and that had heavily affected the one-eyed cat. But it would be nice to get some stress off of his back. The tabby didn't bother getting food from the prey pile, he would fish there. A good chance to work on his fishing skills Beanfloat had taught him. For once, a genuine, calm smile was on Rainpaw's face. He was happy. The tabby blended in with the crowd of growing RiverClaners, being sure to stay away from his new mentor. He didn't like Fadingsun. But he would talk to other cats. Maybe he could even make a few friends? Stars, when was the last time he actually had a friend? He recalled Lionbestie, who had vanished a few moons back. He had befriended the tom when he wasn't even a moon old. They giggled at the memory of his squeaks. He still couldn't talk properly, and struggled to get full words out. He'll squeak from time to time, but he had developed much better. The apprentice's one blue eye flickered through the crowd, bouncing from cat to cat. He never realized how distant the tabby had been with his clan. Maybe today would change. Maybe he could actually socialize with other cats, get to know his clan better. He still felt bad he couldn't be with furbs. Maybe he could bring back a fish for her. Trout, maybe? They licked their lips at the thought of carrying a big, juicy trout back to camp. Now that their first leaf-bare had passed, newleaf should be around the corner. That ment more food, and more fish for Rainpaw to hunt. Mmmmmm. Trout. Yummy. They glanced at their skinny build. He knew he was smaller than normal cats [they weren't going to address the fact he was smaller than some apprentices YOUNGER than him], but they never noticed how skinny they were. Today would be a good day. Fishing, opening up [not to trauma. That was an automatic no-no], and just being able to relax. The scarred tabby apprentice shot a glare to his mentor, Fadingsun, every once in a while, but otherwise, he was smiling as they waited for the leader to lead them to Haven Springs.

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