As Gingerpaw sank into her nest, exhausted from a day's exploring the Treeclan territory with her mentor, she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to claim her.
But as worn out as she was, she was too excited about her new name and her role in the clan.
"I'll train as hard as I can," she vowed. "And become one of the best warriors in the history of Treeclan."
"I'm sure you will." purred a soft voice. Gingerpaw hadn't even heard Lionpaw enter the apprentice's den.
"Hi Lionpaw." Gingerpaw murmured sleepily.
Lionpaw began to groom his denmate, moving his tongue smoothly over the fur of her next and back. Gingerpaw closed her eyes and purred with pleasure.
Although cat's weren't allowed to choose a mate until they had both become warriors, the clan knew that Gingerpaw and Lionpaw would probably become mates.
The bond of friendship forged at birth doesn't break easily.
Gingerpelt closed her eyes again to the feel of Lionpaw's silky fur against her cheek and his tongue gently stroking her forehead.
She twined her tail with his and fell asleep beside her friend's warmth.
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Gingerkit
RomanceA young feral kitten, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from seasons and rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate. All...
