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Quailsong
"There are," the apprentice agreed at the kit size statement. Then again, most kittens were already full grown by the time they left the nursery. He supposed that it depended on the breed of cat they were. Lionpaw himself was larger than average, leaner, too. He wasn't a purebred abyssinian. He was something greater than that.
"He definitely is mad at me," the golden tom argued.
"Or maybe really annoyed or something like that." There was no denying that the abyssinian mix was in trouble. He was a bit unlucky, actually. How many cats interacted with their at an average of once a moon? When he put it like that, it sounded like a good thing.
"Nah, it's fine," Lionpaw meowed with a flick of his tail.
"He saw me acting up in front of my mentor, I think. And then later, I broke Swallow's leg. You know Swallowkit? He's really protective of her, I think." He was missing something... ah, right. The first one.
"And before all that, I unsheathed my claws during a sparring session." It wasn't the unsheathed claws that had gotten him in trouble, but where he'd demanded to be punished until Buckstar kicked him out.
"So, yeah. That's what I did."
It sounded a bit foolish now that he was saying it out loud. Most of those had been accidents. He'd never purposely harm a clanmate. It was just... Lionpaw's self control was a bit lacking?
The apprentice perked up at the name comment.
"Thanks. It was Duskstar - Dusk? - who'd performed the ceremony. And I chose the name myself." His name was Lion. Not Lionpaw, that was his clan name. Just Lion. Only, he hadn't been
just Lion in so long.
Oh, shut up, the ex-loner thought to himself. He needed to stop feeling bad for himself. The golden tom was usually bouncing with positivity; what had happened to that?