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brookpaw
is a member of
windclanplayed by: tiny
basics
Breed - Brown Tabby Mix
Eyes - Yellow/Green
Place of Birth - Windclan nursery
Gender - she-cat
Age - 7 Moons
Status -Apprentice
If Apprentice: Mentor - Sittingowl
Appearance - Brookpaw is a beautiful and cute young apprentice. Her looks come from her father more than her mother, even though she is always told she reminds everyone of her mother. She takes after her father, having the same light brown tabby coat. Her short but fluffy fur is always sticking out in tuffs all the time over her, and is usually caked with mud or dirt. The apprentice just has trouble keeping clean. It isn't her fault that she tends to play hard and not want to keep up with her pelt. The little apprentice isn't too small, but skinny to say the least. She would be what most cats call scrawny, not little just scrawny. She is on the smaller side, but she always has room to grow, or so she says.
She received her nose and white spot on her chin from her mother, perhaps the only thing Brookpaw received from the she-cat, though Brookpaw will always try and find other ways she looks like her mother. Brookpaw's paws and muzzle are both a creamy color, almost a sand color, but usually a dirty brown color thanks to all the dirt. And last but certainly not least, we come to her eyes. They are a yellow-green color.
Eyes - Yellow/Green
Place of Birth - Windclan nursery
Gender - she-cat
Age - 7 Moons
Status -Apprentice
If Apprentice: Mentor - Sittingowl
Appearance - Brookpaw is a beautiful and cute young apprentice. Her looks come from her father more than her mother, even though she is always told she reminds everyone of her mother. She takes after her father, having the same light brown tabby coat. Her short but fluffy fur is always sticking out in tuffs all the time over her, and is usually caked with mud or dirt. The apprentice just has trouble keeping clean. It isn't her fault that she tends to play hard and not want to keep up with her pelt. The little apprentice isn't too small, but skinny to say the least. She would be what most cats call scrawny, not little just scrawny. She is on the smaller side, but she always has room to grow, or so she says.
She received her nose and white spot on her chin from her mother, perhaps the only thing Brookpaw received from the she-cat, though Brookpaw will always try and find other ways she looks like her mother. Brookpaw's paws and muzzle are both a creamy color, almost a sand color, but usually a dirty brown color thanks to all the dirt. And last but certainly not least, we come to her eyes. They are a yellow-green color.
personality
brookpaw is a sweet and loving cat. She loves to learn, and never seems to get enough of it. She is eager to wake up each dawn and learn as much as she can. She enjoys dawn the most, since it is when most cats are waking up and socializing. She may not like to socialize, but she enjoys just watching others interact. and the lazier cats are still asleep, so it means she can have that much extra time to train and try to get ahead.
Brookpaw is a brilliant cat, she just doesn't show it often. She knows she is smart, but in a way she is a bit embarrassed and doesn't want to really admit she is smart. She can think up strategies for anything quite easily, she just tends to keep all ideas to herself. Sometimes brookpaw will hide being so brilliant so she won’t have to deal with everyone staring at her. She just doesn’t like being the center of attention.
She may be young, but she is a very stubborn cat. Tell her to do something (especially something she doesn't have any desire to do) and usually brookpaw will find a way around it. She may not obey completely, or just flat out refuse. The only respect she has is for her parents, brother, and her mentor No one else can have this, it must be earned.
The little apprentice is always full of questions. She is always asking them, and never tires. brookpaw can always find a question to ask, it's what she is best at. Patience is the key when it comes to dealing with brookpaw. Just gently remind her to calm down and she will do much better than if she is yelled at.
Brookpaw is a brilliant cat, she just doesn't show it often. She knows she is smart, but in a way she is a bit embarrassed and doesn't want to really admit she is smart. She can think up strategies for anything quite easily, she just tends to keep all ideas to herself. Sometimes brookpaw will hide being so brilliant so she won’t have to deal with everyone staring at her. She just doesn’t like being the center of attention.
She may be young, but she is a very stubborn cat. Tell her to do something (especially something she doesn't have any desire to do) and usually brookpaw will find a way around it. She may not obey completely, or just flat out refuse. The only respect she has is for her parents, brother, and her mentor No one else can have this, it must be earned.
The little apprentice is always full of questions. She is always asking them, and never tires. brookpaw can always find a question to ask, it's what she is best at. Patience is the key when it comes to dealing with brookpaw. Just gently remind her to calm down and she will do much better than if she is yelled at.
history
It Starts
Brookpaw was born to a pair of WindClan warriors who had been wanting kits for quite some time. They wanted a kit they could spoil endlessly and just give them everything they never had. Neither Rowanbreeze or Roseblossom had experienced the best kithood. Both of the two cats had parents that just seemed aloof and didn’t care. And neither had littermates to play with. When they had kits, they knew exactly what not to do. The two warriors had tried for moons and just when they were giving up hope, Roseblossom fell pregnant. Both cats were exstatic and could not be happier.
Moon Numero Uno
When it came time for the kits to be born, Roseblossom gave birth to two little bundles of joy. Both kits were identical when it came to their fur colors, and even their markings were the same. The two would be known as ‘the twins’ when referred to together, it was something their father had come up with. She gave the tom the name of Pinekit and the she-kit was named Brook-kit. The twins were extremely close as they grew, doing everything together. When it came to milestones they were right with each-other. Brook-kit may have been the first to open her eyes, but Pinekit was the first to have his eyes change colors. Pinekit was the first to stumble around/leave their mothers side, while Brook-kit was the first to venture out of the nursery.
Moon Numero Dos
By the time the two had reached their second moon there was one visible difference between the two kits. Pinekit had longer legs, therefore was taller than his sister. He also was a little more on the lankier side. Together they were easy to tell apart, but apart they would still confuse others. This was also the time that their personalities really started to develop. Brook-kit began to learn the word ‘why’ and closely followed by ‘how’. These were the two words every cat would soon hear numerous times a day. The little she-kit never stopped with her questions, wanting to know anything and everything she could. It even drove poor Pinekit, who was much more subdued, crazy sometimes. The tom was one of the few that could get her to stop. Although she would just go to him and ask him questions….
Moon Numero Tres
This would be the moon that would be the most challenging for the family of four. Somehow a rogue snuck into camp and stole Brook-kit right after the kits had reached their third moon. The question of how the rogue made it into the camp undetected was quite the mystery and lead to several cats questioning others of their loyalty. Pinekit was not the same. He missed his sister, and sunk into a little depression. He just wanted his smaller sister by his side again, even if it meant that she asked him as many questions as there were StarClan cats.
For little Brook-kit the adventure was just beginning. She had been kitnapped by a rogue she-cat, unable to have kits of her own. She had been brought somewhere far away and raised by the she-cat, Melody, and the she-cat’s mate, Roger. The two cats were fierce, and the little she-kit was a little more on the timid side. Sure, she usually asked so many questions, but she was too afraid. These cats were not her parents and she was worried. Brook-kit was already small to begin with, but she began to flat out refuse eating, she just wanted her mommy and daddy. But these cats were determined. She was force fed most days, and she just began to feel awful. The little kit was not herself.
A battle began one day, with the rogues, and little Brook-kit was hiding in fear. She had already seen more than most kits ever would, and she was only three moons. She couldn’t help but wonder what her brother was doing right now, and how he was. Brook-kit really missed Pinekit, even if he was nagging her to slow down. Melody and Roger won the battle, the battle for territory, and snatched the kit up. They were going to teach her to fight, show her how to not be weak and pathetic.
Moon Numero Cuatro
Her fourth moon came and went. She still didn’t call Melody and Roger her parents, but the anger she felt for them making her leave her parents was still there. It was this anger she used when they trained her. Here she was, still a tiny scrap of fur, still considered a kit, but she was learning the basics of fighting. The two rogues didn’t want the kit to rely on them forever, they wanted to train her in their ways. Sure, she may be smaller than what they expected but she would do fine. Brook-kit struggled at first, after all she was used to being in the nursery and just playfighting with her brother. She really didn’t have muscles. But less than a half moon of training with the two rogues left her not only sore and exhausted each day, but with quite a bit of muscle. She wasn’t able to take out a large opponent, but she could at least defend herself if needed. And the two rogues had said that the ‘real’ training would begin in the next quarter moon…now that she understood the basics. The she-kit was confused by this…wasn’t she already doing real training? Unfortunately for her, what she had just learned was the basics.
Round two of the training session was hunting. She was left in the forest and had to learn to hunt on her own, or starve. Melody helped her the first few sunrises, but after that she was on her own. It took her quite a bit of time before she could hunt. She knew the rogues were lurking about, but they refused to help her. Brook-kit had been exhausted from all the first round of training, every part of her body hurt. But now, going straight into the second round…it was worse. This was survival mode. If she couldn’t catch anything, she wouldn’t be able to ever find her family again. And this is what drove the she-kit. The desire to see her parents and brother again was high. She would do this, she had to. It took another quarter moon for her to be somewhat decent at hunting. Brook-kit didn’t have a choice, she had to do this.
At this point Brook-kit was now four and a half moons old. What she had learned in her time with the two rogues was basically the same as a moon’s worth of training in the clans. She knew how to hunt for her own food (really all she could hunt was mice at this point, any other prey was too large for her, and birds apparently were in the next training session…which she dreaded). And she knew basic fighting moves, well more defense. She was told offense was part of session three. Brook-kit was worried about session three, it was both fighting and hunting and was taking place soon. The kit was reaching her breaking point. There was no such thing as fun, jokes, or anything with these two cats. Sunrise started her day, and sundown ended it…sometimes she had to wait a little later. The other time was spent sleeping, and even then it wasn’t enough sleep. All she did was eat/hunt, train, then sleep. The cycle seemed endless and some days Brook-kit was on an autopilot, just going through the motions. She was given until she reached five moons before session three was going to start. The cats said this was to rest herself to prepare, but how was she suppose to rest when she was still working hard to hunt and practice her defensive moves?
Moon Numero Cinco
Five moons old, and the past two moons of it were spent with rogues. It was also the time for the third session to start. By the end of the first day she was carried back to her bed. She couldn’t move it was so grueling. The first part was training, the cats not giving her any pity and just attacking her until she would fight back. After fighting training she was thrown into hunting. She had a lesson on how to catch birds and it was not as easy as it looked. Brook-kit still was small, and her ‘adoptive’ parents were worried she would never grow. But she was tough. The hope to find her real family was still there, but it was slowly starting to deteriorate, she was losing the faith that she would ever see them again. She was slowly starting to be like these ruthless cats, and she didn’t like it. They seemed so nice at first, but now that she has gotten to know them they are horrible. The crave power, something Brook-kit doesn’t.
Session three was the worst of them all. The two rogues actually praised her. They said the last cat had died during the first stages of session three, most couldn’t make it past the second. Then again, they had gotten her at a much younger age too, so she had time to adapt instead of going straight into the training. Brook-kit didn’t know if she should be honored or nervous about that. It was quite the scare… that was for sure. The two rogues had even started to slack up a little once she had somewhat gotten the hang of stage three. Did her body still hurt all over? Absolutely, but she was tougher now and the two rogues saw it. They saw it as an advantage to take over more territory. They now had something staged, this session had lasted a three fourths of a moon, much longer than the others for a reason. Now Melody and Roger could rule. This was going to be fun, according to them.
But little Brook-kit had been planning an escape, an escape to get anywhere but there. The only problem was getting away from the two rogues. There were a few kittypets in the area, but they weren’t strong enough to help her, she knew that for a fact. She would have to do this herself. The battle of the territory was to take place in three sunrises. Brook-kit had said she was going to go speak with the kittypets to get some information on the other rogues. Melody and Roger had agreed, only because she had been asking them so many questions and their heads were hurting.
The kittypets, she learned, were named Pi Ka and little Chu. They had seen the cruelty of the cats, and had heard of their ways, but knew getting involved was their own wish with death. They had seen countless young cats that had their lives ended way too soon. So when little Brook-kit came and they saw she was still alive, they were more than happy to do anything they could. They gave the tiny kit some of their food, which Brook-kit wasn’t too fond of, and a much deserved bath, once again Brook-kit wasn’t fond of this. When Brook-kit mentioned that she was from the clans, the kittypets eyes were widened. One of their siblings had gone and became one of those clan cats. They knew the way! And so began Brook-kit’s journey home.
Moon Numero Seis
Ka decided to stay home, to distract the rogues and Pi and Chu set out with Brook-kit to show her the way. Or well…the way their sibling had gone. Chu and Brook-kit became good friends on their journey, he reminded her of Pinekit. Would her brother be excited to see her again? She hoped so. The three cats traveled for way too long (according to Brook-kit). Finally their destination had been reached. Brook-kit had still been young when she was taken, so she didn’t really remember the scents of the clan very well. But a patrol of another clan had caught the three cats, and after explaining to the leader about the circumstances, she was escorted back to WindClan territory.
Brook-kit said farewell to Pi and Chu, and thanked them. They had saved her and brought her back. Brook-kit had also reached a milestone during this journey, she had turned six moons old. She was no longer a kit in clan terms. But now she would get to see her family again, or at least she hoped so. Nothing could prepare her for this moment. She had bounced the entire way, even when she was picked up by a WindClan patrol she couldn’t stop bouncing.
The moment she came back into camp, memories washed over her body and she ran to the nursery, without a second thought. But upon her return, she didn’t see her mother or her brother. Did something happen to them? Panic went through her entire system as she checked every corner. And then she was tackled by a huge force, remembering her training the she-kit turned around quickly to face her attacker…only to find the cat looked just like her, except bigger. No way! Brook-kit couldn’t help but attack her brother, grinning wide and enjoying the moment. And behind him happened to be her parents, both wide eyed and disbelief. As it turned out her brother had been apprenticed the day before, and had spent his first night in the apprentices den. He had been sulky and moody ever since her disappearance.
Brook-kit stayed a kit for another couple sunrises, getting to know her family all over again and relearning the ways of the clan. She needed the time to settle down and just enjoy being a kit again. Finally she was apprenticed and Brookpaw was with her brother, the two almost inseparable. However, Brookpaw was very wary of older cats because of her experiences. Trust became hard and the only cats she trusted were her parents and brother. Soon enough her mentor was able to find himself into that group, and Brookpaw proved to be quite the good apprentice. Despite everything being so awful, she was finally surrounded by her family again and she actually liked the training schedule. She had time to spend with her brother and even found herself with too much time. She wasn’t used to being able to relax. But she was able to hold her own, even against some of the older apprentices and she was able to bring some of the training from the rogues in, although, she didn’t want to show off too much and didn’t really give it her all. After all, she was only a moon into her apprenticeship. She could show off at a later point, if she needed to.
Moon Numero Siete
The biggest problem that Brookpaw experiences now is trying to adapt back to clan-life. Even though she is now seven moons old, it is still hard to forget her way with the rogues. She is also still nervous that they will find her again, and she will have to return to that life. So she constantly watches and looks for any signs of them. They found her once, it wouldn’t be hard to find her again, right?
Brookpaw was born to a pair of WindClan warriors who had been wanting kits for quite some time. They wanted a kit they could spoil endlessly and just give them everything they never had. Neither Rowanbreeze or Roseblossom had experienced the best kithood. Both of the two cats had parents that just seemed aloof and didn’t care. And neither had littermates to play with. When they had kits, they knew exactly what not to do. The two warriors had tried for moons and just when they were giving up hope, Roseblossom fell pregnant. Both cats were exstatic and could not be happier.
Moon Numero Uno
When it came time for the kits to be born, Roseblossom gave birth to two little bundles of joy. Both kits were identical when it came to their fur colors, and even their markings were the same. The two would be known as ‘the twins’ when referred to together, it was something their father had come up with. She gave the tom the name of Pinekit and the she-kit was named Brook-kit. The twins were extremely close as they grew, doing everything together. When it came to milestones they were right with each-other. Brook-kit may have been the first to open her eyes, but Pinekit was the first to have his eyes change colors. Pinekit was the first to stumble around/leave their mothers side, while Brook-kit was the first to venture out of the nursery.
Moon Numero Dos
By the time the two had reached their second moon there was one visible difference between the two kits. Pinekit had longer legs, therefore was taller than his sister. He also was a little more on the lankier side. Together they were easy to tell apart, but apart they would still confuse others. This was also the time that their personalities really started to develop. Brook-kit began to learn the word ‘why’ and closely followed by ‘how’. These were the two words every cat would soon hear numerous times a day. The little she-kit never stopped with her questions, wanting to know anything and everything she could. It even drove poor Pinekit, who was much more subdued, crazy sometimes. The tom was one of the few that could get her to stop. Although she would just go to him and ask him questions….
Moon Numero Tres
This would be the moon that would be the most challenging for the family of four. Somehow a rogue snuck into camp and stole Brook-kit right after the kits had reached their third moon. The question of how the rogue made it into the camp undetected was quite the mystery and lead to several cats questioning others of their loyalty. Pinekit was not the same. He missed his sister, and sunk into a little depression. He just wanted his smaller sister by his side again, even if it meant that she asked him as many questions as there were StarClan cats.
For little Brook-kit the adventure was just beginning. She had been kitnapped by a rogue she-cat, unable to have kits of her own. She had been brought somewhere far away and raised by the she-cat, Melody, and the she-cat’s mate, Roger. The two cats were fierce, and the little she-kit was a little more on the timid side. Sure, she usually asked so many questions, but she was too afraid. These cats were not her parents and she was worried. Brook-kit was already small to begin with, but she began to flat out refuse eating, she just wanted her mommy and daddy. But these cats were determined. She was force fed most days, and she just began to feel awful. The little kit was not herself.
A battle began one day, with the rogues, and little Brook-kit was hiding in fear. She had already seen more than most kits ever would, and she was only three moons. She couldn’t help but wonder what her brother was doing right now, and how he was. Brook-kit really missed Pinekit, even if he was nagging her to slow down. Melody and Roger won the battle, the battle for territory, and snatched the kit up. They were going to teach her to fight, show her how to not be weak and pathetic.
Moon Numero Cuatro
Her fourth moon came and went. She still didn’t call Melody and Roger her parents, but the anger she felt for them making her leave her parents was still there. It was this anger she used when they trained her. Here she was, still a tiny scrap of fur, still considered a kit, but she was learning the basics of fighting. The two rogues didn’t want the kit to rely on them forever, they wanted to train her in their ways. Sure, she may be smaller than what they expected but she would do fine. Brook-kit struggled at first, after all she was used to being in the nursery and just playfighting with her brother. She really didn’t have muscles. But less than a half moon of training with the two rogues left her not only sore and exhausted each day, but with quite a bit of muscle. She wasn’t able to take out a large opponent, but she could at least defend herself if needed. And the two rogues had said that the ‘real’ training would begin in the next quarter moon…now that she understood the basics. The she-kit was confused by this…wasn’t she already doing real training? Unfortunately for her, what she had just learned was the basics.
Round two of the training session was hunting. She was left in the forest and had to learn to hunt on her own, or starve. Melody helped her the first few sunrises, but after that she was on her own. It took her quite a bit of time before she could hunt. She knew the rogues were lurking about, but they refused to help her. Brook-kit had been exhausted from all the first round of training, every part of her body hurt. But now, going straight into the second round…it was worse. This was survival mode. If she couldn’t catch anything, she wouldn’t be able to ever find her family again. And this is what drove the she-kit. The desire to see her parents and brother again was high. She would do this, she had to. It took another quarter moon for her to be somewhat decent at hunting. Brook-kit didn’t have a choice, she had to do this.
At this point Brook-kit was now four and a half moons old. What she had learned in her time with the two rogues was basically the same as a moon’s worth of training in the clans. She knew how to hunt for her own food (really all she could hunt was mice at this point, any other prey was too large for her, and birds apparently were in the next training session…which she dreaded). And she knew basic fighting moves, well more defense. She was told offense was part of session three. Brook-kit was worried about session three, it was both fighting and hunting and was taking place soon. The kit was reaching her breaking point. There was no such thing as fun, jokes, or anything with these two cats. Sunrise started her day, and sundown ended it…sometimes she had to wait a little later. The other time was spent sleeping, and even then it wasn’t enough sleep. All she did was eat/hunt, train, then sleep. The cycle seemed endless and some days Brook-kit was on an autopilot, just going through the motions. She was given until she reached five moons before session three was going to start. The cats said this was to rest herself to prepare, but how was she suppose to rest when she was still working hard to hunt and practice her defensive moves?
Moon Numero Cinco
Five moons old, and the past two moons of it were spent with rogues. It was also the time for the third session to start. By the end of the first day she was carried back to her bed. She couldn’t move it was so grueling. The first part was training, the cats not giving her any pity and just attacking her until she would fight back. After fighting training she was thrown into hunting. She had a lesson on how to catch birds and it was not as easy as it looked. Brook-kit still was small, and her ‘adoptive’ parents were worried she would never grow. But she was tough. The hope to find her real family was still there, but it was slowly starting to deteriorate, she was losing the faith that she would ever see them again. She was slowly starting to be like these ruthless cats, and she didn’t like it. They seemed so nice at first, but now that she has gotten to know them they are horrible. The crave power, something Brook-kit doesn’t.
Session three was the worst of them all. The two rogues actually praised her. They said the last cat had died during the first stages of session three, most couldn’t make it past the second. Then again, they had gotten her at a much younger age too, so she had time to adapt instead of going straight into the training. Brook-kit didn’t know if she should be honored or nervous about that. It was quite the scare… that was for sure. The two rogues had even started to slack up a little once she had somewhat gotten the hang of stage three. Did her body still hurt all over? Absolutely, but she was tougher now and the two rogues saw it. They saw it as an advantage to take over more territory. They now had something staged, this session had lasted a three fourths of a moon, much longer than the others for a reason. Now Melody and Roger could rule. This was going to be fun, according to them.
But little Brook-kit had been planning an escape, an escape to get anywhere but there. The only problem was getting away from the two rogues. There were a few kittypets in the area, but they weren’t strong enough to help her, she knew that for a fact. She would have to do this herself. The battle of the territory was to take place in three sunrises. Brook-kit had said she was going to go speak with the kittypets to get some information on the other rogues. Melody and Roger had agreed, only because she had been asking them so many questions and their heads were hurting.
The kittypets, she learned, were named Pi Ka and little Chu. They had seen the cruelty of the cats, and had heard of their ways, but knew getting involved was their own wish with death. They had seen countless young cats that had their lives ended way too soon. So when little Brook-kit came and they saw she was still alive, they were more than happy to do anything they could. They gave the tiny kit some of their food, which Brook-kit wasn’t too fond of, and a much deserved bath, once again Brook-kit wasn’t fond of this. When Brook-kit mentioned that she was from the clans, the kittypets eyes were widened. One of their siblings had gone and became one of those clan cats. They knew the way! And so began Brook-kit’s journey home.
Moon Numero Seis
Ka decided to stay home, to distract the rogues and Pi and Chu set out with Brook-kit to show her the way. Or well…the way their sibling had gone. Chu and Brook-kit became good friends on their journey, he reminded her of Pinekit. Would her brother be excited to see her again? She hoped so. The three cats traveled for way too long (according to Brook-kit). Finally their destination had been reached. Brook-kit had still been young when she was taken, so she didn’t really remember the scents of the clan very well. But a patrol of another clan had caught the three cats, and after explaining to the leader about the circumstances, she was escorted back to WindClan territory.
Brook-kit said farewell to Pi and Chu, and thanked them. They had saved her and brought her back. Brook-kit had also reached a milestone during this journey, she had turned six moons old. She was no longer a kit in clan terms. But now she would get to see her family again, or at least she hoped so. Nothing could prepare her for this moment. She had bounced the entire way, even when she was picked up by a WindClan patrol she couldn’t stop bouncing.
The moment she came back into camp, memories washed over her body and she ran to the nursery, without a second thought. But upon her return, she didn’t see her mother or her brother. Did something happen to them? Panic went through her entire system as she checked every corner. And then she was tackled by a huge force, remembering her training the she-kit turned around quickly to face her attacker…only to find the cat looked just like her, except bigger. No way! Brook-kit couldn’t help but attack her brother, grinning wide and enjoying the moment. And behind him happened to be her parents, both wide eyed and disbelief. As it turned out her brother had been apprenticed the day before, and had spent his first night in the apprentices den. He had been sulky and moody ever since her disappearance.
Brook-kit stayed a kit for another couple sunrises, getting to know her family all over again and relearning the ways of the clan. She needed the time to settle down and just enjoy being a kit again. Finally she was apprenticed and Brookpaw was with her brother, the two almost inseparable. However, Brookpaw was very wary of older cats because of her experiences. Trust became hard and the only cats she trusted were her parents and brother. Soon enough her mentor was able to find himself into that group, and Brookpaw proved to be quite the good apprentice. Despite everything being so awful, she was finally surrounded by her family again and she actually liked the training schedule. She had time to spend with her brother and even found herself with too much time. She wasn’t used to being able to relax. But she was able to hold her own, even against some of the older apprentices and she was able to bring some of the training from the rogues in, although, she didn’t want to show off too much and didn’t really give it her all. After all, she was only a moon into her apprenticeship. She could show off at a later point, if she needed to.
Moon Numero Siete
The biggest problem that Brookpaw experiences now is trying to adapt back to clan-life. Even though she is now seven moons old, it is still hard to forget her way with the rogues. She is also still nervous that they will find her again, and she will have to return to that life. So she constantly watches and looks for any signs of them. They found her once, it wouldn’t be hard to find her again, right?
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