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    Dreampaw, sat by herself in camp, finishing off the thrush she had taken for herself only moments earlier. Licking her lips, she looked up glancing around at the few cats who were sat around camp. It was pretty chilly at this point in the year, so not many were around as expected. Dreampaw lowered her gaze when she spotted a few NPC apprentices talking amongst themselves. It was no secret that she hadn't exactly made many friends around her age. She longed to feel more accepted by her fellow apprentices, but she knew her careless personality would always get the better of her eventually.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px][justify]The fawn solid too, had made her way over to the freshkill pile. Heck, Larkpaw had just been out training with NPC mentor since the break of dawn, and physically, she was knackered. Deep copper eyes settled on a plump vole, and the lithe apprentice practically collapsed into a crouching position as she devoured the poor rodent.


    As she swallowed down her last bite, her gaze wandered off to the side, latching onto a rather pretty she-cat sitting by herself. "Hey," Larkpaw said lazily, rolling onto her back and writhing on the ground in a good stretch. Why she had greeted Dreampaw....Was something she didn't really care for. Oh well.

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    Quickly consuming the last few bites of the thrush, Dreampaw raised her head to see who had spoken to her. She saw a pretty solid fawn femme rolling around on her back, assuming it was her, Dreampaw shot her a light grin.


    She had actually seen her take something from the pile, before she had, so she knew she was around somewhwere. Whilst she looked pretty active, she had looked quite tired when Dreampaw spotted her earlier. "Hey," She began, pausing briefly to shuffle her weight so she was facing Larkpaw more, "you look pretty worn out. Training a little rough by any chance?"
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