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For as little peace he had in the apprentice's den since Mothpaw had joined him, he knew it was truly time to mourn those days now that Fennelpaw was an apprentice. Not once had he ever gotten along with that she-cat for more than a couple of heartbeats, she was rude, pushy and most of all annoying. She didn't once respect him, doing all that she could to belittle him when it was his job to do that to everybody else. He huffed, tail lashing as he laid at the bank of the river. He had done his best to try to stay out of the camp when he could help it to avoid Mothpaw on the days he just couldn't deal with the tom's insane energy and native nature...Which was most days. But now it felt even more important to avoid Fennelpaw. He was leaning over the side of the water, scowling at his own reflection, dragging a paw across the surface as he watched it sent ripples out. His plan was to do some fishing but that sounded like more effort that he was willing to use at the moment so now, of course, he was just brooding.