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Breakingpaw poked her head into the medicine cat den. "Peppermintpaw! Hey, you know it's a nice day outside, you wanna come exploring with me?" She asked.
She'd gone through many set backs so far in her young life. Abandoned as a young kit, taken into FallClan, catching Greencough and being stuck in the medicine cat den for a few moons delaying her apprenticeship. But now after all that she was finally starting down the path to her future and she was excited and eager to have some fun.
Seeing Peppermintpaw skulk around camp, made Breakingpaw decide she should urge her fellow apprentice to go out and explore a little. Get out of the dusty old den and enjoy the beginnings of fall starting to take hold of the area.
Peppermintpaw looked up slowly from where she was sorting herbs in the gloom at the back of the medicine den, glowering at the other apprentice. "I would like nothing less," she growled, sounding even more exhausted than usual. Her eyes, heavy and aching from no sleep, felt like they were going to burn out of her head, and the fur underneath them had darkened a little more, like it always did when she had yet another sleepless night; such was the curse of her very existence.
But, really, she did need to start gathering more supplies before the cold seasons set in, and Breakingpaw, by sheer forced proximity, since the other apprentice was one of a select number that didn't actively steer clear of the medicine den, was one of the few cats in the Clan Peppermintpaw could actually stand - maybe almost liked. She was a bit too cheerful and a bit too chatty, but she secretly admired her strength in meeting life's punches blow for blow and never losing her spirit, and she liked cats who, when it would be so easy to let the world turn them hateful, turned to kindness instead. Even if it did grate on her nerves.
"Fine," she grizzled at last, standing with a growling sigh and trudging towards the entrance to the den with her trusty leaf basket dangling from between her teeth. "But we're not friends and I'm not going for fun, I'm going to work."
