His fur sleek as usual, since he wanted to look presentable, acceptable, Twigpaw padded up to his mentor with a quiet that more befitted a Shadowclan cat than a Riverclan cat. But that wasn't what his mind was fixated on. He just got rather slinky when he was thinking, keeping almost instinctively to himself. He had been running though the fairly meager collection of moves he knew, hoping they would be enough to make a decent showing to his mentor, to show how much he wanted to learn. He didn't really care WHEN it happened, he just cared that it HAPPENED. @
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