Dustpetal hummed her way into camp. She dropped the two pieces of prey she had recently caught. The warrior then turned around to spy the warrior's den. A warm nest and a nap awaited her. But then something was caught in her memories. Dustpetal's eyes widened and she breathed in slowly. "Littlepaw, of course," mumbled the blue point. In the two days she had been his mentor, she had neglected his training. She took no time to race to the apprentice den. "Littlepaw," she called out into the shadows of the den.
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