Wildpaw raced back towards the camp, eager to get her apprentice duties started.she knew these jobs weren't fun, but she figured that before she could be the greatest warrior ever, she first had to be the greatest apprentice ever.
Cobrastar looked around the camp, surveying the cats that were still there.after a long and difficult leaf bare, the clans numbers had dropped significantly.Cobrastar worried that the clan might not start to grow back to its former glory within his lifetime.they needed more warriors, more apprentices, more kits.granted, there were kits on the way, but it would still take moons for the clan to grow again, and that only if Wildpaw took a mate in one of those kits.until then...he sighed.times were difficult.