Applefall was looking for her apprentice, Crabpaw. That tom was always out of camp, playing with that damn crab. Seriously, why did he love the crab so much? It was like letting a live piece of prey become one of their Clanmates. Still, he obviously had some special connection to it…treated the…
Fernstone lifted his head, looking towards Applefall. “Hey, Applefall. Are you looking for Crabpaw?” he asked, standing. He thought he saw the apprentice earlier, going out to do something with Sweetpaw.
Applefall turned to see another fellow warrior of GraniteClan, Fernstone. All she knew was that he was another mentor, like her, and he seemed to have some sort of decent reputation.
“If it wasn’t obvious enough....” Applefall sighed. She wasn’t too observant of whatever the apprentices were doing lately. Honestly, she didn’t even want any involvement in their shenanigans. Apprentices were only slightly more tolerable than kits, because they had common sense and were important to the Clan. But how they fooled around? Not appropriate.
















