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Originally Posted by HereKitty
Thistlepaw noticed Chanterellepaw's fleeting moment of disgust as she pushed the feather aside, but felt relief as she greeted him with little more attention to it. "I'm doing just fine. Trying not to burn to death," he remarked. The heat from the past few sun highs had been intense and Thistlepaw had been grateful to have his training for the day finished. As he meowed about the weather, he watched as shecat stretched and was once again struck but how pretty the other apprentice was. Get real, he chided himself, a she cat as pretty as her will go for you the day hedgehogs fly. Thistlepaw knew he was no prize. He was small, his pelt was dully colored, and frankly all he had to offer anyone was wit, which no one in the clan seemed to care for.
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"It definitely has been hot these past few days." Chanterellepaw smiled sweetly, thinking. She could drag him along, say she liked him, use him for information and gossip, then drag him through the mud. He was not very popular with the other apprentices, so if she wanted he would be easy to use.
(gtg)