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Originally Posted by shortstack
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Bitterthorn lounged in the sun just outside of the elder's den, taking in the sun and relishing every second spent away from Bubblingbee. It truly was a wonder how such a disgruntled and unpleasant feline managed to keep such a bright and welcoming name. One of the world's many mysteries, they supposed. A small shake of their head pushed away those thoughts. Who would want to waste this wonderful day pondering about that old bat? Certainly not Bitterthorn. No - this was going to be a nice day. Quiet. Calm. Absolutely no bickering to ruin their day.
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Tinypaw was utterly vibrant with excitement; His first week as an apprentice, two moons earlier than expected! His small, pudgy black paws could hardly keep still as he bounced into camp from one of his tours around the territory. In his small black jaw was a feather; blue and white with a few black streaks. It was quite a large feather in its prime condition. Its destinations as his newly made nest, to help him identify it as his own, but Tinypaws eyes - matching the hue of the feather - caught sight of the elder.
Suppose I better get to know at least one of them, if I'll be put on nest duties. Tinypaw hopped across the clearing, approaching the older cat with only a slightly timid stance. Carefully, the feather was placed before her. A thank you for their time as a warrior.