Hawkpaw peeked out of the apprentice den in response to the ruckus prior. He took a sigh of relief as he saw that everything had been taking care of. Unlike the supposed norm in WinterClan, Hawkpaw still has sight. Very
very poor sight, mind you, but it's still there. He's more than kind of thankful for it. The scent of snow always floods his senses, blurring his ability to sniff things out. He relies on sight and sound often.
He decides that the prey pile needs filling. He's not actually sure if it needs filling, but he decides that it does just for an excuse to go hunting.
Hawkpaw stumbles out of his den clumsily, seeking out his mentor Irisgaze.
The cold from the snow prickles uncomfortably at his paw pads. Oh, What would he do to become a kittypet?
"Salutations Irisgaze! May we go hunting today?", he mewled hopping in front of her, bobbing his tail.
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