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waterpaw was... well, the fem was awfully bored. she was a few days from being a warrior, and it seemed every second inched by like a turtle. it was awful, truly torture. patrols and hunting passed the time, but not quick enough for the golden feline. all she wanted was to be anything but a -paw. waterclaw, watertooth, water- anything, really. she was old enough, and well trained enough for the role of a warrior. all she needed was the name.
the feline sat outside of the apprentices den, a sigh escaping her lips as she sat, waiting.