Firepaw felt the soft grass along his paws, his orange fur glistening from a soft raw of sunlight. He didn’t blend in compared to the green luscious scenery around him but that didn’t stop him from being an excellent apprentice. Firepaw was enjoying the silence- despite the soft chirping of baby birds that made him stomach swell and yearn for food. Firepaw turned to stare at your blue furred frame. A cat he hoped to be one day, tall, and elegant.

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