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one. Ripplepaw two. molly three. 11 moons four. mentor: Hailstrike five has short-term memory loss six. crush: open seven. app tags. Hailstrike , Tinymoon, Spiderfang, Softpatch, Moonpaw, Swanpaw
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Ripplepaw smiled at Hailstrike- her mentor had always been patient and reassuring with her. She smiled sheepishly at Tinymoon, feeling a trickle of embarrassment flush her pelt that the warrior had heard her vent towards Hailstrike. However the little mackerel tabby stood up- giving her fur a few swift licks before she trotted alongside Hailstrike. His belief in her seemed to fuel a flame that otherwise wouldn't have been there. Her strides were long, evenly paced and seemed to echo with a new found confidence that she found within herself. Hopefully she had less than a moon till she was a fully fledged warrior- she had a moon to hone her skills to be strong enough and well developed enough to pass her final assessment. She didn't want to let herself down- nor let her mentor down. "Hailstrike, do you think I'll pass my assessment next moon? I-I mean is there anything I really need to practice?" she queried softly- just loud enough for the deputy to hear but hushed enough so no listening ears could.
โข โโโโโโโ( โ ๏ผณ๏ผฏ๏ผฆ๏ผด๏ผฐ๏ผก๏ผด๏ผฃ๏ผจ )โโโโโโโ โ
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one. Softpatch two. molly three. 35 moons four. apprentice: Moonpaw five assigned mate: Spiderfang six. crush: none seven. warrior tags. Moonpaw, Spiderfang, Swanpaw. Tinymoon, Hailstrike, Ripplepaw
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Softpatch was about to reply, her muzzle parted in a sense to speak before Tinymoon came over and announced that they'd be going with Hailstrike and his apprentice. She simply nodded and got up- shaking out her pelt to free it of small clumps of dirt that got caught in her fur. She padded forward quietly- rounding out the little group of cats near the back. She had her ears slightly pinned, her forehead creased in thought. A million thoughts bounced around the molly's mind as she padded forward, muscle memory being the only thing that helped her to not run into anything or anyone. While she would never be the type of cat to be pushy or forceful she wanted to find a way to grow closer to her assigned mate, Spiderfang. Not even in a romantic sense but as a friend first. He was hurting- she could almost sense it. Softpatch was always a more sensitive feline, not only with her own emotions, but with others. She merely wanted to help him- but the question remained is that would he let her? or does he resent her for being his assigned mate after Cherrynose passed on? Softpatch shook her head- hoping to free herself of the subconscious thoughts. She needed to be focused on the patrol and her apprentice's training.






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