are we out of the woods [private]

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 325px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; margin-top: -5px; letter-spacing: 2px;] WINDCLAN — APPRENTICE — HOVER FOR TAGS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 315px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][hr][justify][color=#d2d2d2]As she made her way down the mountain to get to the forestry at the bottom, Englishpaw winced. The rocky territory was something that her soft paws weren't used to and due to the fact that she had only recently been made an apprentice, she wasn't yet used to it. In fact, she hadn't been out of camp much since being apprenticed anyway. Englishpaw didn't yet have a mentor and hadn't learned much about hunting, although she had been trying to teach herself, and she was often too tired to go out of camp. But the ivory femme had forced herself outside, telling herself that the fresh air would do her good. Maybe it would, as well.


    It didn't take the small girl too long to reach the forest and once she was there, Englishpaw stopped for a while. Her delicate jaw parted in a yawn and she sat down, curling her tail neatly around her thin body. Her cerulean eyes drifted closed for a moment and she took a breath, enjoying the breeze that ruffled her short fur.


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