Gingerpaw lay in a nest to the side of the den, his head lifting up from his paws as he heard his name being called in a familiar voice. It didn't take long for him to push himself to his paws and make his way to her, looking lazy as ever.
"Flyfur" he mew as a way of greeting when he sat down by her. He wouldn't show it but was secretly somewhat gald she had come to see him, apprentice life was exhausting and it was pleasing to see trusted face.
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Rainquail