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Re: WindClan Breezerock
Yewbark
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Great. Yep. Definitely just great.
"I- uh." she started before backtracking, "We haven't really done much yet. I still feel like an apprentice myself, most of the time. I don't know... how I got here. Why I got here. Feels like some sort of mistake."
Yewbark sighed. That was a question she pondered a lot recently. Why her? Why had she been promoted, shy had she been given an apprentice? She wasn't qualified. The fact that she was still alive was... a miracle, really. As Twilightstar spoke up, she quickly turned her attention to the Breezerock and recoiled in turn, ears flattening against her head as she shifted her attention to the ground in shame. She needed no reminder of last leafbare. Just the beginning of the worst moons of her life.
"I suppose she... expects us to go out of our own accord...?" she murmured, trying, albeit failingly, to keep the conversation moving.
Last edited by duckie; November 11th, 2020 at 10:31 AM.
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