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Originally Posted by Honeystorm(she)
She stood, stumbling out of the den towards him. A piece of moss was stuck to her head.
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Thrushwhisker smiled and leaned down, licking the moss off of her head, the tom had been amazingly kind to her the day she had become his apprentice, he gave the young apprentice a smile. "Slept well?" He asked, making sure Featherpaw had been comfortable in her nest, the last thing he wanted was an apprentice lacking sleep.