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Otterpaw was bored.

She had become an apprentice two sunrises earlier, and still had only been assigned to in-camp duties. She was a bit annoyed, but she understood that all the other new apprentices had a few days without patrols after their ceremonies, too. Still, her mind couldn't help racing back to her training session tomorrow. She was going to learn fighting moves! She imagined herself in the thick of battle, perhaps with ShadowClan, ducking and clawing and dodging and rolling and leading her Clan to victory. Fallenstar would make her a warrior early, and she'd have her own apprentice soon enough. Then maybe she'd be appointed deputy, and maybe even leader! She'd get her nine lives from StarClan, and a new name... Otterstar, leader of RiverClan. It had a nice ring to it.

She shook her head, as if trying to physically shake away her thoughts. What was she thinking? Sitting here, daydreaming in the clearing when there was work to be done... If she had to be in camp, she should at least be doing something productive. She padded over to the nursery to clean out the old moss.