by ~Batman~ » Fri Dec 16, 2011 5:20 pm
Ivystar watched the leaves fall of the trees, and the wind throw them around the camp. The river water, that was only a few fox lengths away from the entrance, glistened in the light. It was a beautiful, not matter how hot. Ivystar was snapped out of her admiration of the world that was given to them, by a famillar call, her name. She smiled at Whitelion, "You're welcomne! You will be a great mentor." She told him, then nodded politely and kept walking, heading straight for the stream.
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Leapordpaw's sides heaved from his soft breathes, as he lay in his nest of twigs and moss in the apprentice's den, happy. He was dreaming of the forest, and the Gatherings with the four clans, and felt giddy. Leapordpaw, he told himself, I am not a kit, not any more.