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BILL.
Eveningpaw hesitantly padded into the den, tail-tip twitching with fear. Lionstar had always seemed like a kind, strong cat to her but with the outburst with Fennelheart in the clearing and the steady stream of cats exiting with a shocked look on their faces, the russet apprentice wasn't so sure. Still, she wanted to try.
After all, I'm a terrible apprentice. About as good as a three-moon-old kit. What else could I do with my life that would help the clan?
She took a deep breath and lifted her head to face the leader.
"L-Lionstar, I'm a terrible apprentice." She began. "I hardly ever catch anything for the clan, I'm a terrible fighter, and I'm about as helpful as a newborn kit." Even as she said it, she winced. It hadn't occurred to he until now that Lionstar might punish her, but she had to press on. What else could Eveningpaw do?
"It's just- I was thinking maybe I'd actually be of use to my clan as a- well, not a medicine cat, really, I-I can't imagine having somecat's life in my paws, but like- like a helper of sorts. I bet I could be good at gathering herbs and cobwebs! And doing whatever the new medicine cat would need me to, I guess..."
She faltered, looking down at her paws again.
This was a bad idea, wasn't it?