What is life{Open, Aprilpaw's hecka lonely}When there's no one to spend it with?

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She was only days away from beginning her training, and yet it felt like so far away. And when she was an apprentice, there wouldn’t be what felt like hundreds of queens telling her what to do and how to behave - she’d be able to take care of herself! She’d be able to hunt and fight and maybe become good enough that she could defy bureaucracy altogether and become one of the greatest cats in the clan. It was wishful thinking, sure, but it was a dream she had wanted to fulfill. With a small yawn and a stretch, she slipped onto her paws towards the other feline, gazing sleepily towards the other she-cat.

“Having fun?” she questioned sleepily, clearly more lost in thoughts than paying attention to Aprilpaw. After dragging a piece of prey off of the fresh-kill pile, she sat beside the other, allowing the other company without demanding that they speak. That was how Afterkit functioned, anyway.
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rosemary never thought about playing with her food. when she was still with her mother, food was extremely scarce. the kitten's mother deprived her and her siblings of food due to the fact that she gave the wolves everything. so the kitten had known what it was like to live without food. so even if someone tried to sway her thoughts, the tiny feline wouldn't even touch an animal harshly.

so the kitten was furious when she saw aprilpaw knocking the russet animal around. and she was old enough to know better to! the kitten tapped her tail on the ground to control her anger. any advice kallia? rosemary asked the daemon. she was from an anti-clan. the spirit should know about anger. hun, you're getting mad at the wrong things. the silver tabby replied. daemons. this spirit.

"are you going to eat that?" the kitten inquired, hoping that would challenge the older feline.
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