PRANKS FOR THE MEMORIES [private with oak]

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    Antkit snicked as she carefully piled up the burrs she had found, giggling. Some of them were the same ones she had used in her last prank, so they had a few tufts of fur left on them. She wondered who's nest she'd be putting them into this time. Perhaps she'd prank another apprentice... no!1 This time, she'd prank a warrior!



    //retro to apprenticeship + rushed

    Oakkit sneaked up behind Antkit, keeping his pads light against the earth below as not to make any noise and give himself away.


    "Boo!" He chirped in an attempt to surprise her as he peered over her shoulder, tufted ears flicking forward as he noticed the pile of spiky plant-things at her paws. Curiosity sparked in his bright leafy-hued gaze, and he tilted his head in slight confusion. "Are those herbs?" He inquired. No, surely not. What would Antkit want with a pile of herbs? Does she want to be a medicine cat?