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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the gentle rumble of thunder in the distance could be heard, and rain drummed the floor of whisperclan's camp. everyone who was once in the clearing, sharing tongues, had since dispersed — retreating to the safety of their dens to avoid the showers.
hollyhockpaw watched from the apprentice's den. his tail flicked with agitation. he didn't want to be cooped up all day. he'd spent the previous day with mothroar perfecting how to hunt, and making a start on battle training.
and then, just this morning, he helped wingpaw patch up a few of the dens that needed a little maintenance.
the rain poured down in sheets, and hollyhockpaw heard a gentle mrrow at the entrance. he turned to sweetpaw, who had her head rested upon her paws, and she opened her eyes.
they were greeted by the tall and slender tom—cat in which was sweetpaw's mentor, gatorcricket. he looked like a drowned rat, and a fool, just idling in the rain.
❝ mothroar and stormstar have left camp to run some errands. i've been put in charge of you, boy ❞ the cat spoke, voice deep and raspy sounding — a voice you'd not want to hear in a dark tunnel: as you'd know that you're face to face with death.
❝ you'll be tagging along with sweetpaw and myself. we have a border patrol to complete. if we have time, perhaps some hunting, or sparring... whichever you both prefer, ❞
