Crabpaw was still getting used to sleeping in the apprentice's den. It had only been a sunrise since his ceremony and already he was enjoying getting to know his denmates. Each apprentice had their own unique thing to offer in terms of experiences. Some, like him and Nettlepaw, were fresh out of the nursery. Others, like Stagpaw, were well on the way to becoming warriors. All the orange-pelted bobtail could think about in the moment was helping his clanmate.
Earlier, he had thought he saw a burr in Stagpaw's fur. Having such a long coat meant it was very easy for things to get caught in it. For a short while, the new apprentice had pondered a solution to this dilemma while wandering the camp. It was unfortunate that Sablestrike did have duties sometimes and couldn't constantly attend to the excitable Crabpaw. But! It had given him plenty of time to devise a proper solution.
Sliding through the apprentice's den with all the stealth of a pureblooded Shadowclan cat, he stopped at the edge of the sleeping Stagpaw's nest. There, he set to work. With carefully sharp claws and razor teeth, Crabpaw began to pluck and pull away the fur on the revealed side of Stagpaw's cheek until it was significantly shorter than the rest of his pelt. Satisfied with his work, he sat back on his haunches and prodded the other apprentice, "Hey Stagpaw, I need you to turn over so I can get the rest."
