Quailpaw padded into the sunny clearing, pines casting mottled shadows on his tortoiseshell pelt. Refreshed and revived from his previous outing, he couldn't wait to practice more. He wrapped his tail around his paws, waiting for Blackforest to arrive. His mentor couldn't be far behind.
In his heart, he was troubled. Dawnstar seemed to grow more unstable every day, and it seemed as if he had lost his path. He wanted to change ShadowClan for the better but he nearly mewled like a kit.
I don't know how! I can't do it alone! No one cares about me. He lowered his eyes.
But it's not like I care much about them either. Sighing, he glanced around. Maybe hunting would help take his mind off more abstract troubles.
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Mia