Shrewpaw
The silver apprentice padded into the den, making sure to keep his pastels silent as he walked. It wasn't as bright in here as the apprentice's den, and actually had quite a dusty smell to it. But he had to do these chores and this seemed like one to count. Glancing around, several piles of moss could be seen, but he didn't quite make out any elders he recognized yet. A small tingle tickled his nose and Shrewpaw couldn't catch it in time to not sneeze so loud. But all failed and it echoed off the walls of the den. Cringing, he looked around quickly to see if he had woken anyone up.
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