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        Her muscles ached from all the recent traveling she had done with her new mentor. The words still strange, even in her own head. But yet, she had gleefully followed the older she-cat wherever she may have led her. And just like Hawksplash had said, they stuck to a relatively strict itinerary. Something that pleased the young apprentice more than it probably should. But still, her smaller frame was still soft and delicate. Still growing accustomed to the lifestyle of a seasoned warrior. Something she hoped to accomplish for herself one day.

        It was late in the afternoon when they finally made it back. Splitting from each other as Gingerpaw was allowed to rest. And she would do so gratefully. Finding a cozy spot near the rock wall that helped shield the clan camp from the vicious leaf-bare breeze. And she, herself, was glad to get out of it. All day, it had felt like the chills of cold had raked its claws down her side. Sinking its hold into her bones, and she needed to take some time to thaw out.

        The young she-cat would recline to her haunches. Lowering herself to the ground, gently settling on top of her limps to try and trap most of her body heat between her torso and the ground. Her wandering gaze, however, remained alert. Quietly observing IvyClan and it's underlying buzz of activity. After all, that was the best she could do for now. 

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Timberpaw was lying outside of the apprntice's den, his head resting on his paws. He eyed Gingerpaw as she padded into camp, clearly tired from training. That was a bummer, he had wanted to go hunting with her. He stood and stretched before walking over to her, where she had found a comfy spot beside the camp wall, sheltered from the wind. "Hey, Gingerpaw! Did training go well?" The black and white apprentice asked, flopping down beside her.

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        Almost quickly as she settled in for her short rest, did her pale green eyes meet the monochromatic form of one of the older apprentices. Timberpaw. She hadn't gotten the chance to talk to him much yet. Hawksplash always seemed to do a pretty good job at tiring her out before returning to camp. But when the baritones of his voice reached her auds, she perked in attention. A tired grin tugged at her lips as she dipped her head in a friendly greeting. Allowing him to come to a more conversational distance before finding her own voice. "Hey, Timberpaw." She offered something a little more open-ended. His name rolling off her tongue with ease as she watched him plop down beside her. Far more abrupt than she herself had been.

        She gave him a sidelong glance as he settled in before bringing herself to answer his question. "It went alright, I guess." She said lightly. What else was to be expected in her first few days as an apprentice. "I still have a lot to learn, and Hawksplash does a good job reminding me of that." She couldn't help the faint laughter that bubbled in her lungs as she finished her pitiful statement. Out of common courtesy, she'd return his inquiry. "And what about you?" The ginger she-cat started, shifting herself so she could see him a little easier without having to crane her neck. "How's your training going?" Surely it was getting close to being time for his final assessment. He had already been made an apprentice when she was finally allowed to explore camp by herself.

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Timberpaw smiled listening to her laughter as she said that she still had lots to learn. "My training's going well, Maplepaw always makes a competition out of everything." He chuckled. "I'm really excited to become a warrior soon! I wonder what my name will be.. I bet it's gonna be something awesome!" He laughed, keeping to the optimistic side of things. There was always a tiny bit of doubt in the back of his mind, but he tried his best to ignore it.

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        His smile could almost be heard in his own voice as he spoke. Explaining how his training went. Mentioning Maplepaw's competitive nature. With a breath of air, she listened to him while simultaneously scoping their surroundings. That is, until he spoke of receiving his warrior name, an idea that very much interested her. The young she-cat returned her focus to the older tom before drawing her own voice. "You better hope that Owlstar has something awesome in mind." Her words rolled off her tongue with a snappy retort, though it was easy to hear the playfulness in her tone. It was all in good fun, after all. But her own words got her thinking. She wondered if a leader ever got tired of naming warriors. And what if there was a leader who was terrible at giving names? The silly thought absorbed her into her thoughts for a brief moment, but eventually, she forced her attention back out into the world. Attention returning to the older apprentice beside her. "You're probably gonna have to sit your vigil while it's still Leaf-bare, won't you?" She asked, curiously. But her pale green eyes would sparkle with amusement as she went on. "It'll be a cold night for ya, whatever your name is." She didn't know exactly how old Timberpaw was, but he'd been an apprentice as long as she could remember, which made him the right age.

        Then another thought popped into her head. His final assessment would likely be soon. Just the thought of Wolfclaw sneaking about, watching her hunt or observing her battle training. It made her nervous. And she wondered if maybe Timberpaw had felt the same. "Did Wolfclaw make your first assessment hard?" She asked lightly, her tone shifting to a more serious note as she searched for the cream and black apprentice's gaze. She was kind of nervous about her own.