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Post by Crowpaw on Jul 20, 2018 16:42:03 GMT
A twig fell. It hit the ground and snapped. Crowpaw started, only his toes touching the ground, and whipped around. His short fur rose along his skin, making him look only marginally bigger. "It's fine," he reassured himself aloud, "it was nothing. There are no enemies around, Crowpaw. Be rational."
He shook himself and gave his pelt a quick wash. Calm, calm, calm. He repeated the word in his head until he felt relaxed.
He padded toward ShadowClan's camp and stood just outside the entrance, hoping to find someone willing to do something with him. It didn't really matter what activity they did, as long as he wasn't alone. Crowpaw this walk to boost his confidence, to prove to himself that he could go out into the territory without being scared, but yet again nature proved him wrong. Was he really fit to be a warrior?
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