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Originally Posted by TheNightOcelot
Mudpaw's paws prickled with fear at the prospect of a battle. With a jolt, she realized she knew very little about fighting other than simple swipes. With an edge of uncertainty in her mew, she replied, "I suppose we should train." Her hazel gaze drifted to her paws.
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"Ok then, come along." Bluetail got up and padded out of the apprentices' den. She began to rethink the tragic day of the fire. Flames, branches, ashes, that's all you could see.
All I could do was help get the kits and that elder out of camp, but the elder was killed while we were guiding the little ones. Bluetail shivered, she hoped she would never see that day again.