𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.
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abandoned as a helpless kit and left to the mercy of the wild, hollyhockfang's early life was marked by solitude and struggle. found and nurtur...
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a young tom—cat found himself deep in a forest. the scent of pine needles, and the rustle of leaves carried in the warm breeze that drifted past. a rapid flash of a birds wing passed overhead.
a sound — quiet but distinct — stirred hollyhockpaw from the depths of his sleep. the approaching thud of paws on the earth grew closer, dragging him into the waking world. the apprentice's den was still dim, the soft early morning light filtering in through the gaps in the walls.
hollyhockpaw blinked sleep from his eyes. the nest of moss and fern beneath him was warm, inviting him to stay just a little longer, to close his eyes and drift back into the peaceful haven of sleep. but the thundering sound persisted, and soon the familiar scent of the clan's deputy reached his nose — a mix of mud and pine, as well as the faintest trace of the fresh—kill pile.
slowly, hollyhockpaw raised his head.
the leaves to the apprentice's den ruffled and a golden tabby face looked left and right, a grin upon his face. standing at the entrance of the den, silhouetted against the soft pink and gold hues of dawn, was mothroar.
the deputy's broad shoulders filled the entrance, his tabby pelt catching the light in such a way that every stripe seemed to shimmer with the hues of the morning. his amber eyes swept over the den, coming to rest on two of the slumbering forms curled up near his apprentice.
