Shellpaw was sitting eagerly in the clearing in front of the apprentices den, waiting for you to wake up and start her first day of training. You stand up and stretched, walking out of the warriors den and seeing Shellpaw. Oh, she’s actually excited. You think to yourself, passing the great thorn, and apprentices den to the fresh-kill pile. You snatched up a large vole and carry it off the nest of thorns were the warriors eat their meals. Shellpaw approached you, excited.