Berrypaw fiddled with her paws as she sat near the apprentice's den. She'd just finished up eating a bass for breakfast and cleaned herself. Now, she was staring longingly at the outside of camp. She'd only really been out three times, each for a patrol.
The lonely apprentice remained there, mulling over what to do with herself as looking a little downtrodden in the clearing.
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cloudheart 'n berrypaw gone hunting
