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Post by ϟlightningϟ on Apr 18, 2012 17:21:53 GMT -6
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Cinderpaw was told to clear the bedding in the elder's den and padded his way there with a slight smile. Most apprentices would have hated doing this and would call it a chore, but Cinderpaw called it a visit. He loved to visit the elders and listen to their stories. Especially his grandfather, Mottleleaf. Oh how he treasured the old tom! They were very close and talked often.
Once the young apprentice reached the elder's den, he looked around for Mottleleaf. After spotting the graying tom, a huge grin found its way to his face, making his usually stern scowlish expression disappear completely and transform into that of a kit's excited, bright, entergetic face. "Hello, Mottleleaf! Sorry for not visiting for a while. I'm here to change your bedding. How've you been?" the large gray tom asked curiously.
Cinderpaw set to work rolling the dirty bedding into wads as he waited for Mottleleaf's reply. He couldn't stop smiling around the old cat and felt light hearted. No matter what, his grandfather was his favorite cat in the world. It may seem weird, but the two toms seemed to have a certain bond. One of those that are even stronger than that of a family bond. Even though there was a huge gap in their ages, it didn't seem to get in the way. The thought that Mottleleaf was old had never occured to Cinderpaw. I wonder how old Mottleleaf is....but I supppose that's none of my business. he thought as he worked.
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muse: good
music: 21 Guns Radio
ooc:Hehehe, silly Cinderpaw. He's so sweet. :3
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