SING FOR ME / private, lionpaw

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    i fORGOT TO MAKE THIS LMAO


    Berrypaw wanted to do something, and she didn't know what to do. She didn't have any parents around, and she doesn't know where her siblings are, so, she was kinda lonely. She guessed that's where all her cheerfulness came from. From that hunger of being known. But she was always cheerful, even before her parents disappeared. She was laying in camp, resting her eyes and let out a sigh.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Lionpaw hobbled out of the medicine den, wincing as his splint adjusted with each step he took. Having a broken leg was painful both physically and mentally; it was just so frustrating, being confined to camp and barely able to walk like he was. He wanted to learn to fight, and hunt - he wanted to run free. The small tom found his stomach growling, and seated himself before the fresh-kill pile. A troubled frown crossed his face; this would be his second time ever eating actual meat instead of kibble. He had absolutely no idea what to get. Noticing someone sitting nearby, he decided he might as well enlist in her help. "Uh.. hi. Wanna share something with me?" the boy would question, gesturing to the pile.


    i found this thread heheheh
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    Berrypaw heard a voice and opened her light green eyes, and turned her head to catch sight of Lionpaw. She got up, and sat, facing the other apprentice. "Hi. Sure, what do you want to share?" she replied, a little less bright because of her tired state, but was still bright like usual.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Lionpaw flicked his ears in Berrypaw's direction as she sat before him, glad she'd accepted. He was slowly getting used to clan customs, it seemed. At her inquiry, his usual grin faltered just a bit, and he glanced down at the fresh-kill pile. "Er... I'm not very user to choosing what to eat," he admitted with a nervous chuckle, pulling at his collar. "What about... that?" He shrugged and pointed at a water good. "Er- I'm Lionpaw, by the way."
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