Ready, Set, Go.

Leafstorm awoke to the steady drip, drip, drip of water. The den was leaking again- a cold trickle on his shoulder made him sure of that. With a groan he forced himself to his feet, feeling an odd twinge in his leg. It always got funny in bad weather, so it must really be raining. Leafstorm shook himself and peered outside, his nose wrinkling in disappointment. It was positively dumping, and a thick, heavy fog clung to everything. The tabby tom grumbled to himself as he pushed himself out of the den, his fluffy fur already halfway soaked. The heavy gray clouds completely obscured the sun, making it impossible to know if it was day or night, but the tom was fairly sure it was midmorning at the moment. The tall warrior shook his fur out as he walked, his whiskers twitching. Bad weather or not, training was training, and he would be taking Minkpaw hunting. He strode towards the Apprentice den, crouching down to peer through the entrance.
"Minkpaw- wake up." He mewed, searching for his apprentice's oddly-familiar pelt. "We're training today."

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