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Originally Posted by Zero to Hero
The camp was eerily quiet in the morning hours of the day - that was what the newly named Summitpaw noticed from his spot near the exit of camp. He didn't quite like it - he enjoyed it better when it was full of people. The young tom had never been awake this early in his entire six moons of life, but he was following his mentor's directions and he was definitely going to follow it to a tee. Palefire kind of scared him from his first impressions and he didn't want to make him angry right off the bat. He still tried to refrain from making conclusions, though. So, here he was at this ungodly hour, probably way too early for their meetup. However, deep down and past any outward nervousness, he was excited about the activities they were to do today.
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Palefire slunk between briar and blackthorn, padding his way back to camp. He had already been out for a morning hunt with Willowmask, and after depositing his fat grey pride onto the kill pile, he tossed his head about slowly in search of his apprentice. He had agreed to meet here at what he and a scattering of other, dedicated warriors assumed to be a perfectly reasonable time of day, and that any other cat would class as nighttime. He thought he would have a few hours to relax in that sleepy, hazy quiet he so much enjoyed after his endeavours earlier this morning, but noticed that he had company; the little tom he had been waiting for. He was early, and, evidently, eager. His green tiger eyes had spotted the small feline on the edge of camp; a small, slight black tomcat, with a grey undercoat and short fur, amber eyed. His whiskers twitched and coat rippled as he padded towards the little tom, nodding.
"Good morning," He grumbles, sniffing, and shaking dew from his whiskers. "You're a little early. Shall we go out?"