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    IC: "Just a piece tonight and a small piece before we return him tomorrow morning," Foreststar replied coolly, not surprised these days when apprentices spoke up. Was it the lack of mentoring from the drought, or genuine lack of discipline? A question for later, she supposed. "He's no older than yourself; imagine if you were lost horizons away from Thunderclan."

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    emberpaw / trad. tc / apprentice / male ♂ / 7 moons / attack in bold

    *:･ﾟ✦ He glanced sharply away at the idea of being lost far from home, but pushed the cold ball in his belly away. Why should he care about some lost kittypet? If he was so helpless he shouldn't have left his twolegs. Emberpaw didn't think he'd do anything so mousebrained, but that was adults for you - always cooing over some helpless kittypet.


    The tabby turned and paced alongside the older cats, shooting sidelong glares the kittypet's way every few steps. "Where's he going to sleep? He smells weird." Like twolegs, no doubt, and he didn't want any other cats thinking he'd gone begging for scraps off the weird creatures.



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    IC: "Out along the clearing, if it's not too cold out tonight," Foreststar replied, trying to ignore Emberpaw's glares. "With cats his own age who will be hospitable and not act like Bloodclanners, if it is. It only smells weird to you because you didn't live with it. Like how Shadowclan smells strange to us, but we smell strange to them."