Condorpaw the Great and Analytical

The sun shown brilliantly as Condorpaw padded around the camp, glancing left and right. Newleaf was showing up quite nicely, and the new apprentice was enjoying wandering around camp, though sometimes things could get a little bit boring. Presently, he found his steps had led him to be standing in front of the medicine cat's den. Huh. He could always talk to Sparrowpaw while he was there. While he was pretty sure she was related to him, he never really knew how. She was a cousin or aunt or something. She knew a lot though, and that was what was important.