「I must be dreaming — cause I don't believe in ghosts」
Littlepaw had been trying his hardest to interact and become a seen face among his clanmates. But instead Littlepaw was one of the last apprentices you'd find sitting around camp; as he preferred to be training for his warrior tests. His practice with Lionbite did indeed help the younger tom, but it also stirred fear within him. If he were to fail the trials....what would his brother say? Would he be left alone to deal with his failure? Or possibly jutted out of having any interaction with his older brother. There wasn't any reason Littlepaw should've been thinking like this; but somehow this is what his mind wished to focus upon.
The orange tabby hadn't heard of any cats recently failing their trials; so it meant he may be the first one if things went south. His lack in size did give away the weakness that he tried to hide. Being 11 moons old meant the reality he feared was approaching fast, only making things harder. For now he stood close to the apprentice den; trying to look busy.
//Sorry I totally forgot about getting to making the threads I promised. This is late and short so I do apologize.
Antbite never took her trails to get a warrior name. Her leg had been damaged beyond repair. So, she had become a medicine cat instead. Which bothered her to know end since she always wanted to be a warrior. But Starclan was funny like that. Now the molly was in the elders den after stepping down. Since leafbare had made her leg be in so much pain that she could barely function. Antbite still did her part around the camp though. Refusing to be useless no matter what.