{{ I don't know if we should wait for Goldenheart to say yes, I don't want to be a control freak or anything so I'm just going to play my other cats :/ }}
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Sparrowpaw was always one of the last to wake up. He didn't want to awaken from his slumber but he knew he had to. He blinked his eyes several time and looked around the den. It really was empty. Well, except for a cat here and there. He lay there, silent for several moments before forcing himself to stand up. He felt like a weak kit trying to stand up. As soon as Sparrowpaw gathered himself, his legs buckled underneath him. Why was he so weak? He got up again, struggling to keep himself up this time. All of his muscles ached and were stiff from the hardcore training yesterday. Yawning, he padded to the apprentices den entrance and waited for his eyes to adjust to the beaming light above him before continuing to walk to the fresh-kill-pile.
{Also, I'm on my phone while I'm sending this so I can't do any editing and stuff. Sorry :c }






