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Soaked, the three newest apprentices of RiverClan sat in the dimming remains of sun, a trout sitting in front of the three of them.
“I’m pretty sure Mistyfoot is going extra hard on me,” Featherpaw said, her ears twitching. She was joking, mostly — even if Mistyfoot had said she would. Mosspelt and Mistyfoot had helped raise all three of them.
“How’s it feel to have the deputy for a mentor?” Primrosepaw asked.
Stormpaw flicked his tail, rolling onto his side and licking his flank. “We were together all day, Primrosepaw. It was fine.”
She batted at his ear. “Today was a good day.”
“Yeah,” Featherpaw agreed. “It was.”