Nightpaw scampered out of the apprentices' den, padding right past the freshkill pile. She was a little too nervous to eat this morning. Today would be the day of her assessment, the next step in her journey of becoming a warrior of Shadowclan. From what she had gathered from other apprentices talking about their own, her mentor would be testing her own hunting and fighting skills to see how she was progressing. It was a grey cloudy day. More days were happening like that. The shecat's breath fogged the air like billowy clouds, and the ground of the clearing seemed to sparkle with frost. But the air was clear, if cold, and she felt ready. She didn't think she was doing perfectly by any stretch of the imagination, but she was learning. She sat on her haunch outside of the leader's den, waiting for Goldenstar to meet with her, her tail thumping the ground as the butterflies in her stomach began to beat their wings.
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.:Blue Wishes:.