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--Creekpaw--
Padding out of the apprentice's den, Creekpaw yawned. The days just kept on passing by again and again. Letting his tail hover just above the ground, he made his way over to the fresh kill pile, with quite ruffled fur. With bits of moss in it too as he didn't clean his fur from sleeping yet. Creekpaw had had a nice dream, very pleasant. Chasing rabbits with his mentor Mountainmist. Reaching the fresh kill pile, he began looking through them sleeply, staring a little blankly at the prey.