Fracturedpaw's Assessment (closed)

Smokeface could remember it all as if it was yesterday, not a few moons ago. The water hummed as it past by the sand shore where he was sitting, the sky dimly lit with the first rays of sun in the morning. Silverly shapes seam past his paws, but he wasn't there for hunting  like he had been for last time he had solitarily stood here. Now he was the one to assess his apprentice. He'd asked Fracturedpaw to come here, giving him instructions, but he knew his apprentice could find him by scent even easier. He was growing up, and Smokeface was proud of him.