Long long ago, Gingerpaw wanted to be deputy- with his sister as leader. The role as leader always seemed wayyyy to exhausting and irritating in his opinion, so he preferred the rank below. Their mother always chuckled and would say something like "Riverclan would do good if that were the case" like any mother probably would say. Now, that was a mere memory haunting his thoughts.
"hm." was all that really came from the apprentice; noone needed to know what he wanted to be and achieve back then, it was in the past and no longer accurate. He then glanced towards Lotuspaw for a second as if returning the question.
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Shadeleaf