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[bg=191919] There was no doubt that, being located at the usual training grounds, Blackpaw could have been training. Of course, the tom thought it beneath him. Instead, he lounged on the bed of pine needles, sprawled out on his back and enjoying the warm sunlight. The tom's mouth stretched into a gaping yawn before he rolled over to sun his back as well. Blackpaw blinked lazily, wondering vaguely if his mentor would come looking for him. He was surprised she hadn't given up on him. Yet. The tom had always been very fickle, and the whole Clan knew it, and very little could be done about it. Blackpaw never took punishment seriously; he almost seemed to be a glutton for punishment, except for the fact that he was usually able to slip out of anything severe, really. "Hm, it's a little lonely today," the black apprentice meowed to himself, eyes sweeping over the clearing. Usually there were cats training who could entertain him, but he didn't mind too much being alone. It was kind of nice; though he did wish one of his siblings would be there to amuse him, unlike Blackpaw the two took their training seriously.