Well, if today wasn't his lucky day! His mentor was out for a patrol and he'd finished all his chores extra early, leaving not a single flea on Mistfeather's pelt. It meant that he pretty much had the entire morning to do what he wanted! If he wasn't caught slacking off and doing anything mouse-brained, anyways. His bright eyes flickered around the camp, spotting a lonely lump out of the corner of his eye. The tom easily recognized the shape of Flowerpaw.
Admittedly, he was a bit nervous to say anything to her. She was near a warrior herself and he hadn't been in the apprentices den quite so long. She was older and stronger, and sort of pretty, and he didn't want to embarrass himself by trying to say hi... but it was a good day today, he could feel it. What did he have to lose?
"Hey, Flowerpaw!" The pale tabby padded over to her make-shift nest, tail held high. "You busy right now?"
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