Spiderthroat
He/Him
The Calico made his way into the Clearing, seemingly just in time for Apprentice Ceremonies. Ah, he was a little late to a meeting...oh no...anyways.
Taking a moment to pluck any twigs he'd gotten stuck in his fur out after he'd found a spot to sit himself down. Ears twitching as he tuned into the announcements. Quite a handful of upcoming Apprentice's, how many of them would take their training seriously...he wondered.
After all, he had an inkling of a feeling...that a war would be on them soon. Not that the feeling meant anything however, he always felt like there was doom around the corner.