(Any Fighter want to apprentice DarkPaw?)
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Darkpaw groomed his fluffy red-tinted black pelt, working out the burrs from running his tail off on border patrols. As a Fighter Paw, he excelled greatly, despite his young age of 5 moons.
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-Coldfire-
ColdFire shot DarkPaw an evil look; the young tom was a huge handful. Even though he was better than her apprentice, CaribouPaw, he was still wildly rambunctious and had quite the mouth on him.
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-Mothleap-
Mothleap purred from her makeshift shelter inside the hollow of a small tree, looking at her kits lovingly. Her offspring were perfect, though she was concerned about her she-kit`s twisted forleg.
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-Thorntail-
Thorntail waded through the marshlands of the forest, ears pricked for any sound among the blackened and deformed plant life. Every single day for the past moon, he had walked through the water and debris in search of Thistleberry. His own spirit was falling as he lost hope that she would be alive, and instead milled around aimlessly, mindlessly.
