IT'S BETTER THIS TIME :: private, bottlepaw

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    Man, Ashenpaw was so diddly dang darn excited. He was an apprentice now. That meant that he could leave camp-- legally! Finally, he could go hunt butterflies without breaking a law. His life was fantastic.


    The 6-month-old cat sat in a room that he had found, sprawled out on the ground. He rolled over on his back and exhaled. He loved being an apprentice. It was grrrrrrrreat. But, he didn't have a mentor just yet. That part kind of sucked. Oh, well! He could train himself! Yeah. He would definitely be the biggest, baddest warrior out there. Heck yeah.


    The boy made small, mrrrr sounds as he daydreamed about killing evil bugs and stomping down WindClan's enemies. He had big ambitions.[color=transparent] #ashenhere
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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; height: auto; width: 325px; text-align: justify;][sub]» » Since his birth the prince had a lot of weight on his shoulders. Guarding doors, making speeches, keeping everyone in their place... Heck, he'd even arranged wars and made pacts! Thus this life was a bit aloof for him. Something seemingly satisfying yet boring at the same time. Catching fish? It was a breeze. Mice? Scored three this morning. How about a chipmunk? Already down the hatch. Though he really didn't like having his meals without proper drinks or seating. Where were all the members? Did they not gather in dinner each day? Strange.


    The handsome fluffy-necked king cheetah padded around, his crown shinning upon his head like a tiny halo. [color=#F7C481]"Oh! Hello Sir Ash! How are you fairing?" He padded over, a dorky grin on his face.



    //because I think people forget how fluffy-necked cheetah cubs are *click*