Beanpaw
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Unfortunately for Beanpaw, it was one of those days. The kind of day that the hustle and bustle of the camp grows old and tiring. A particularly lonely day, in fact. Though he wasn’t exactly sure if apprentices were supposed to be off on their own, here he was, wandering about the territory. He was lost in his thoughts, and let his paws take him where they wanted to go. Which was how he ended up here.

Currently, the siamese was sitting in the shadow of a tree, blue eyes clouded with grief and wistfulness. As much as he liked Sassafrasfire, or tried to like them, they couldn’t quite fill in the gap in his heart that was left by Grizzlybug. Oh, Grizz. Even thinking of his name brought on a fresh wave of grief, almost as crippling as when the apprentice first found out he was gone. Beanpaw had wasted half a moon in the apprentice’s den, waiting for his beloved father figure to return. Now, it had been... two moons? He had learned to cope, and accepted the fact that he... he was gone. But still, there were days when he was just down. And, unfortunately for Beanpaw, it was one of those days.

Beanpaw
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The young cat was content to sit in the darkness of the tree, despite the chilly wind ruffling his fur. That was, until a voice echoed though the trees. Lifting his head, his bleary blue eyes spotted a cat. Trying desperately to put a name to the face, he came up with... something. "Sparrow...slip? Scarecrow...skip? Uh, um. Hi!" Quickly making himself look presentable, the young cat shoved his grief to the back of his mind. Or, at least, he tried. "Uh, uh. Um. How, how are you,?"