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dewpaw,

Jaws parting with a large yawn, Dewpaw stumbled on sleepy paws from her nest. Her fur stuck up along her joints and across her skull, making her cheeks floof out comically. With a quick swipe of her paw, she ordered her whiskers back into shape, then charged into the clearing. Swanfeather was still out helping the elders, a task she had not been assigned to doing just yet. After organizing their new stocks, she was given freedom. Said freedom involved a quick nap, and now, finally, the young apprentice was going to hang out with her sister. They had spent too long away. Both had so much to learn, and Dewpaw wanted to hear it all.

Her paws led her across camp, nose sniffing out the familiar scent of her family. It was a busy day, she noted, side stepping a pair of warriors working on the camp wall outside the medicine cat's den. The clouds above loomed ominously, and her clan responded in kind. The fresh-kill pile was well stocked, carefully covered in the fern fronds that lined the edges of the river upstream. Cats could get under, but any rain would stay out. Cautiously, Dewpaw crept up to the pile. Would her sister get a midday meal? Probably not, she decided, excitement building at tracking her sister down. She slunk around the pile, earning a chuckle from a nearby elder. Her eyes glinting with mischief, she leapt into the apprentice's den. "Fernpaw!" She called, ignoring any rude looks she got.

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Fernpaw

7 Moons. She-Cat. RainClan.

Fernpaw had been napping after a morning patrol, resting for whatever Rushwhisker might have planned for her later. Her sister's call startled her out of sleep and she jerked, eyes snapping open and blinking blearily in Dewpaw's direction. A yawn broke free, followed shortly by a drowsy question. "Dewpaw, what're you doing?" Did she want company? Fernpaw wasn't entirely opposed to the idea, but... well, she could always sleep later?

How much time had she spent with Dewpaw since they had become apprentices? Not nearly enough. Much less than they had when they'd been kits in the nursery together. Okay. Pushing herself upright, the young apprentice stretched herself fully, her tail flicking as she kept her gaze on her sister. "Give me a minute, I'll meet you in the clearing. Don't you know not to wake up grouchy apprentices?" Teasing now, more friendly than her initial greeting as she finished working stiff muscles. Then, stepping from her nest, she padded to Dewpaw's side, lightly bumping her shoulder to her sister's.

"Out! Let's talk in the clearing. I'll never hear the end of it if I keep Wrenpaw awake any longer. What have you been up to? How's your training going? Tell me everything!" How could she be awkward around Dewpaw? Her sister was the only one of the once four-kit litter left- both Pantherkit and Flamekit were gone now. She would cling all the harder to what she had left. And she really was interested. The life of a medicine cat was so vastly different to that of a warrior apprentice. "Swanfeather teaching you a lot? Are you learning it all?"

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[williams]

dewpaw,

It was the day for naps, Dewpaw thought, giving her sister a friendly wave of her tail as she replied with her own sleepy voice. Truthfully, she hadn't tried to figure out her sister's schedule before bursting in here. Maybe she really did need sleep, but Fernpaw had gotten to her paws anyways, yawning all the while. Dewpaw wiggled in excitement. I get to hang out with my sister!! "Give me a minute, I'll meet you in the clearing. Don't you know not to wake up grouchy apprentices?" Dewpaw stuck her tongue out at her sister, a response ready. But Fernpaw continued, using her shoulder to usher the young medicine cat apprentice outside.

"Out! Let's talk in the clearing. I'll never hear the end of it if I keep Wrenpaw awake any longer. What have you been up to? How's your training going? Tell me everything! Swanfeather teaching you a lot? Are you learning it all?" Dewpaw grinned at Fernpaw's excitement, feeling the energy bleed into her words and into her own paws at hearing it. They were an odd pair for sure, quiet and loud, but when they came together, everything felt so right.

"I love it!" Dewpaw started, glancing at the apprentice's den. The entrance was small though, and the weave was thick. She could be louder out here for sure. "Swanfeather keeps me so busy! I'm learning the names of all the herbs, and how to use them, and how to mix them! Did you know that marigold is used for tons of different things?! And more than just that herb, like lots of them do that. You gotta mix them sometimes for more severe injuries, so they can combine their healing jucies to be more potent." The last part was almost a mimic of her mentor's exact words. Dewpaw didn't know that many big words yet, so it was fun to use the ones she knew. "I'm starting to smell like the den though! I wish she'd let me help her with the elders. But I hafta wait until my paws get lighter. 'Kit paws can be too rough unintentionally.'" Her voice pitched into her mentor's tone, not an exact copy but with the same smoothness of age that Swanfeather had. Dewpaw dissolved into giggles at herself, ignoring the feeling of sadness that the memory brought up. She was new and young yes, but she wanted to do everything in her power to take care of her clan.

The young white and brown tipped cat rolled in front of her sister, nuzzling up into her neck. "Tell me about you!! How's Rushwhisker? Have you learned how to swim yet? Are the fish as slippery to catch as they look? Do you get to explore the territory and do patrols? Met any cats from other clans?" Her questions tumbled out, voice full of excitement. She felt calm again, absorbing her sister's soothing interior into herself. It was almost as good as being in the nursery again.

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