Dewmist padded past the half-tree and peered into the dark badger's set where the apprentices slept. "
Redpaw?" she called. "It's time to wake up. I want us to get a nice and early start on your training," she added with a purr.
Lilypaw widened her blue eyes in surprise at
Mossfur's statement. "Oh no, I'm sure
Emberpool won't mind if we all patrol together," she mewed sweetly.
Why do I keep messing up today? I can't say anything right without ruining another cat's day, she thought to herself. She looked up expectantly at her mentor, hoping that the tortoiseshell she-cat wouldn't be offended by Lilypaw answering for her.
Sleetpaw shrank under his fur as he looked up at
Riverstar. The silver she-cat was magnificent, with strong lean muscles rippling beneath her smooth spotted pelt and a finely tapered head.
Will I ever be as good a warrior as her? Sleetpaw thought. It took him a moment to register that she'd spoken to him, and when he finally found his tongue he mewed, "I'm well. I was just wondering... if you were busy and, you know, if... you wanted to start training soon?" Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to meet her brilliant amber gaze and awaited her response.
Clearpaw's whiskers twitched at
Nutspots' comment and he let out an amused purr. "I'm Clearpaw, my brother is Sleetpaw. I know we look a bit alike, but he's got a grey patch on his face and I've got a brown patch on my back! Plus I've got dopey odd eyes," he chuffed, turning his head to the older cat and opening his eyes so that they were round as moons. "See? One green and one blue!" he mewed proudly. "It's kinda like
Dovepaw," he added cheekily, with a glance at the white she-cat beside him.