[littlelove]

Cinderpaw's claws kneaded her nest as she lay in thought. Unwelcome dreams seemed to pervade her thoughts as soon as she fell asleep most days, so instead she bided a lot of her time in the apprentice's den thinking. Blossomclaw was noticably absent from these, the freakish amalgam she saw the night Bumblepaw had awoken her taking the spirit's place. She hated that dream. She hated having to stare at them again and again. And nobody really cared that she had to, did they?

A small shadow in the entrance of the den roused her from her muddled thoughts. She blinked a few times in confusion, before speaking. "Whaddya doin' here, squirt? Did you get lost on the way to the nursery? Used to do that all the time." Her words held no degrading tone - the nickname was meant to be light teasing. Either way, she was telling the truth about the nursery thing. Cinderpaw really hadn't been the smartest kit (Or apprentice).

@kelgaming (AGH SORRY THIS IS SHORT)