Frondpaw had just gotten apprenticed and was lounging anxiously around the Sandy Hollow, hoping he was doing the right thing and that no one would get onto him. Surely if he were supposed to do anything else, someone would tell him, right? The brown tabby wondered if Curlypaw would be willing to play again, like they had as kits… or was he too old for that, now? He hoped not! Surely not, right? The young tom sighed, flipping onto his back and staring up through the trees. He barely remembered Fourtrees, if he was honest- where was camp? What was it like? Why did they not return? He did not remember the earth’s shaking, not really- it had all happened so long ago, but what if it returned? What if the sand poured down on them and suffocated them alll?
A kit’s loud voice startled him out of his reverie. Curious, Frondpaw padded over, sniffing at the leaf in question. “I don’t think so… maybe a… beech leaf? It looks kinda like a birch leaf, though, maybe? I don’t think it’s an oak leaf. I’m Frondpaw, who’re you?” the tabby tom asked curiously, tilting his head. He’d seen this kit around- she wasn’t that much younger than he was. “I like your leaf collection,” he added politely. In reality, he wasn’t that interested in it, but he had to be polite, you know? Besides, she was a kit, and he’d better be extra extra polite to her. It wasn’t like her leaf collection was anything yucky, either, like toads. Eergh.
