Drizzlepaw sat in the apprentices' den, tail curled around her hindquarters. She didn't feel very at ease here yet and she was worried something might go wrong. What if none of the other apprentices liked her? What if her mentor didn't teach her anything because she was too dumb? What if she never became a warrior? Drizzlepaw bit her lip, trying to rein in her fear for now and focus on actually breathing without hyperventilating.
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