every day's my lucky day!
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There was a point in every young apprentice's life when he or she snuck out without permission. No apprentice ever spoke of such a daring deed, for they'd most certainly be punished for their insolence. But, then again, since when was an apprentice supposed to get alone time? Not when they were constantly hammered on about rigorous training and doing well in the youthful prime.
But the lucky-go apprentice known as Stumpypaw had a different idea about this. He wasn't the...type of cat who only focused on self-improvement and battle, dreadful battle and fighting. Why did cats even fight anyways? It seemed to be futile in stopping conflict with force, when perhaps a more peaceful solution could be reached. But no warrior thought like that, did they? He was barely six moos old, some kits even being taller than him, and yet he was always questioning the way of a warrior. Some cat was bound to scold him of his differing beliefs. And he wasn't a big fan of the curfew of apprentices at night. Kits, he could understand, since they were too defenseless to actually defend themselves from exterior threats, but apprentices? They were old enough to at least resist a hungry owl's talons.
The moon shone quietly above, a curved claw of white amongst the dark. The stars shine feebly, nothing compared to the fluorescence of the biggest satellite in the sky. Skyclan's forest did not stir, except for the occasional lone cricket and the quiet flapping of a bird's wings as the set out to ride the night's current. Stumpypaw was walking out to wherever his paws would take him. He had snuck out as soon as he was sure that the rest of the apprentice and most of the warriors were asleep, and headed out as far as his stubby legs could take him. His green eyes shone as he glanced around at everything he could see. Wow, the forest was beautiful at night, just as they said.
Stumpy sat down near the Thunderclan border, not even knowing he was there. Flopping down, he let his paws splay as he watched the white, slivered moon. He sensed no danger here whatsoever, letting his paws splay as he craned his head upwards, not actually paying attention to anything that may come his way.
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