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Post by Hornetsting on Jul 20, 2012 21:31:48 GMT -6
The same old days, the same old things. Swanpaw, fighting, Frostpaw, heartbreak. But not anymore; Hornetpaw wasn't going to be someone's toy, something someone can just throw around. No. Now he was more determined to be a warrior than anything. Not just a warrior, one of the best warriors.
After all of his solitary practicing in the training area, he was much more muscular, rather than being that tall, string-bean boy. His voice was deeper now, more masculine and charming. Same with his appearance. He was handsome, not the same average-looking cat. It was the new Hornetpaw, his goals were much more different now. He was changed. He was his own person.
The muscular apprentice dragged in a giant mound of clean moss and placed it into the center of the den. Exhaling in irritation, he tossed out the old beds, and replaced them with new ones—warrior-sized, of course. The kits were so much easier; their beds were so tiny and very easy to make.
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