CURLYKIT sat silently, staring off at her reflection in the gentle current of the small, clear stream that ran through the clearing. To most cats, it appeared as if the young she-kit was bored. However, Curlykit was known amongst her peers for her dreamy demeanor.
I'D like to collect some sparkly shells to decorate my nest for when I eventually move into the apprentice's den, Curlykit thought. Then she blinked, a new thought coming to her. Actually, what will the apprentice den be like? Will it be cold sleeping in a nest by myself? The blue she-kit ran the thought through her mind, her ear twitching in contemplation. Then, a new, worse thought popped into her head. What if no mentor wants to have me as an apprentice? What if my reputation from two moons ago stuck? Curlykit shuddered, remembering the incident in question: she had gotten stuck in a hole in the dirt-place while attempting to sneak out, and nobody discovered her until the morning. It was humiliating, and it smelled so bad! Curlykit lowered her head and touched her nose to the stream, the cold temperature shocking her system and dispelling the thoughts from her head.
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