[Radler]

Sandpaw blinked his pale green eyes open, his eyelids still heavy with sleep. His short fur was fluffed up against the invasive cold air which even seemed to find it's way into the apprentice's den. The pale ginger apprentice did not rise from his heather nest immediately, the familiar stiffness in his legs making him question his motivations to head out. It took him a few more minutes to commit to either decision, but the small tom lifted his head up and scented the air, noticing his brothers familiar scent had faded. Sandpaw grumbled under his breath, before unfurling and clambering to unsteady feet. He dropped into a crouch to stretch and opened his mouth wide in a yawn, revealing a row of tiny, sharp teeth. Sandpaw shook a few stray pieces of heather from his sandy pelt and gave his white chest a quick lick, before ducking through the entrance o the apprentice den and out into the clearing.

(Going to Windclan clearing.)