| rdfs:comment | - "So are you nervous?" Dapplepelt asks. She trips over a root and I smile. Same old ditsy Dapplepelt. Amberclaw's eyes are alight, "Of course not!" she meows. I doubt she's ever been scared of anything. Doubt she ever will be. "We all knew" I meow jokingly, "One moon after you become a Warrior..." Amberclaw grins and Dapplepelt giggles, narrowly avoiding tripping over another root. She doesn't notice. We grab the assorted game and head back to Prey Den. It's not so much a den as an area. Large places to eat, meeting areas, and of course, the prey piles. I'll need it, I think.
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| abstract | - "So are you nervous?" Dapplepelt asks. She trips over a root and I smile. Same old ditsy Dapplepelt. Amberclaw's eyes are alight, "Of course not!" she meows. I doubt she's ever been scared of anything. Doubt she ever will be. "We all knew" I meow jokingly, "One moon after you become a Warrior..." Amberclaw grins and Dapplepelt giggles, narrowly avoiding tripping over another root. She doesn't notice. In our trio that's who she'll always be. The pretty, friendly, klutzy one who's very curious and always knows what to say. Amberclaw's the courageous, flirtatious, amazing Warrior with brains and cunning to match. Which leaves me. The quiet one who takes note of small miracles, tries her hardest, fails sometimes, and wishes for more. The normal, nothing special one. And today, either my wishes come true or they'll be dashed to the ground. It's the Choosing. Today, Dapplepelt, Amberclaw, and I will meet up with all the others out age. We will meet and the Council will Choose. And our lives will change. Or not. For better or for worse. We are returning from Hunting Duty with a fair amount of prey. Most of it is Amberclaw's and mine. Dapplepelt knows she's too klutzy to be of real use when we're hunting. But she makes up for it when we go Herb gathering. Today she'll find out if those long days looking for just the right plant will be worth it. I hope so. We grab the assorted game and head back to Prey Den. It's not so much a den as an area. Large places to eat, meeting areas, and of course, the prey piles. Cherrypaw, the friendliest apprentice in all history stops us, "Oh excellent! More prey! You can just heap it on the piles," we do so and she continues, "So, are you nervous? If you like, we have minced squirrel with poppy seeds. It'll keep you calm." Dapplepelt looks interested, but Amberclaw shakes her head, "No thanks." We turn to leave and Cherrypaw calls, "Good luck!" I'll need it, I think.
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