Another frosty morning. Minkstream's breath streamed from his nose as he blew it out, the cold early morning sun barely lightening the frigid sky. Everything was etched out in shades of grey and black, ghostly under the starlight left up above, as white and glittering as the world below. A shiver ran down his spine, his fur fluffing out in the still air as his frozen paws padded over the ground, and he ducked under the entrance to the apprentice's den, little translucent crystals beading on its branches. Inside, the warmth of the still-sleeping warriors-in-training made it a little less chilly. It still wasn't enough to thaw his ear-tips, but he didn't have time to hang around for that, anyway.
As he picked his way to Eaglepaw's nest, his mind wandered to his other apprentice, and son, the tip of his tail slowly whisking behind. The kit - warrior-aged himself, so not really a kit anymore - still stayed in Daisybloom's den, recovering from illness. Minkstream had dropped by often, trying to keep his spirits up, but although Kerath was better than he had been - thank the stars, not that the stars had ever done anything anyway - he still wasn't up to this kind of excursion yet, nor his regular training, so it was just Eaglepaw and him today. His paw reached out, lightly tapping the tabby apprentice on the shoulder. "Hey kit, time for some training."
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