Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa. Pressure that'll tip, tip tip 'till you just go pop, whoa.
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Brisk winds seemed to already accompany her morning. It could have been like any other morning, but today dawned the first day that she was a mentor - a terrifying aspect to consider. Boldstar had seemed to trust her with such a thing, and she wasn't going to sully her first day. Yes, awaken early and be dutiful - and... and...
Her toes caught pause before the apprentice den as her small white ears perked for acknowledgement from within, wondering if Mintpaw had even been able to sleep. Maybe he was as nervous as she was. "Mintpaw? Are you awake?" She mewed softly at the den's entrance, peering through the boughs with wary blue eyes. "O-Or I can come back later if it's too early... We have a big day, and all."
The large white feline loitered, kneading her front toes into the sand. Starclan, please let me do this right.