Paws from Training (tagged)

[Babylonranger]

A tall, long-tailed form stumbled into the Apprentices' Den, collapsing onto a messy nest with a groan. The dark brown tabby tom rolled over on his side, blinking his green eyes blearily. Marshpaw had not expected, when he'd first become an apprentice, how utterly exhausting training could be. The normally energetic apprentice was wiped out after a day of learning to hunt, fight, and tending to normal duties.

Well, almost wiped out, anyway. The tall, short-furred tom stretched, extending his sharp claws carefully and arcing his back. With a small shake, Marshpaw rolled onto his stomach, and glanced around the darkened den, looking for someone to talk to.

((Otterpotter))

[Otterpotter]

A pair of green eyes flicked to the sight another apprentice crashing in their nest. Upon a closer inspection Mistpaw realized that it was Marshpaw who entered. The small apprentice was quite confused why her paw pads had began sweating when she saw Marshpaw. Her ear went down a bit as usual when she was around other cats. "H-Hi Marshpaw..." she said quietly as to not wake any other apprentices.

[Babylonranger]

A flick of his ear and a twist of his head let the tall tom consider the young green-eyed apprentice lying close by. Casting about his tired brain for her name, Marshpaw greeted the she-cat with long, light gray fur. "Hello, Mistpaw. How are you?" He yawned unexpectedly and shook his head.

"Sorry, training took a lot out of me today. Trying to catch up with my mentor's other apprentice isn't as fun as one would think."

[Otterpotter]

The small she-cat nodded at the tom's comment. "I get the feeling." She mummbled and curled up tighter as felt resisted the urge to sneeze. The she-cat felt like she was coming down with something but ignored it. "W-what did y-you do...today?" She asked.