Neonkit stretched her paws and crept out of the nursery on shaking, stubby legs. The kit longed to be an apprentice extremely badly, but she knew that she still had five more moons to go. Her tail whipped from side to side with excitement as her small golden paws sank into the dirt.
Poppypaw walked out of the apprentice den and nibbled on a reed that she recognized. She looked at the fresh-kill pile, her stomach growling. She hoped she could go hunting soon, but her legs ached so much, if she put her paw outside, she would step on every twig out there.
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