Fishpaw awoke from her sleep so abruptly that she hit her head on the roof of the den, making leaves flutter down all over her silver coat. Quickly she shook them off, and scrambled out of her den. Today was no ordinary day for Fishpaw, however, it was the day of her warrior ceremony. Sudden excitement coursed through her as she seated herself before Reedstar, but as she looked down at her coat, her heart dropped in her chest. Her fur looked as if she had been in a fight with a badger, sticking out in all angles and matted on the sides. Frantically she began licking her pelt, hoping that she was at least presentable for this momentous occasion. After a minute or so, Fishpaw inspected her coat, was mildly satisfied, and raised her head. StarClan, I'm mouse-brained.
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