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Originally Posted by Ikoria the Wolf Pup
Rootspark listened intently. He didn't know Larkstorm as an apprentice, but he felt more comfortable around her than most cats. It was good to know that the feeling was mutual. "I used to be like that. Really it was just when my apprenticeship started. When I realized that I-" He realized what he was supposed to be doing and quickly started to rake his rock with his huge, thick claws. The rock looked quite worn, and it had many moons worth of claw marks on it. Clearly Rootspark had had it for a long time.
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Larkstorm watched as Rootspark raked his claws against the worn out rock. “Have you been doing that for a while?” She asked, curious. Larkstorm always sharpened her claws on an oak tree not far from the camp. Never a rock though. That was something new. And the fact that is was so worn out showed that he had been doing it for a while now. This was interesting.