Creekpaw stood. THe large male flexed his shoulders, little flecks of dried mud falling. The gray apprentice stiffly moved away from the edge of the clearing, heading in the direction of camp. Gatherings over he thought, slowing making progress across the snowy ground. It flew by! He swatted away a lump in the snow, which was a rock, as it was in his path. I can't believe that Russetstar and Rainstar both left behind their Clans at the same time. Kinda creepy. I wonder if they died battling eachother.[i/] The mud-caked wolf changed course, swerving around the GreatRock, not noticing the trampled snow around a hole near the base of the giant boulder. [i]And I can't believe that Graystar announced me as an apprentice! It felt so great, having the other Clans knowing who I was! He didn't even mind that he was coated in mud for his first Gathering. Wait a minute. I can't go into camp like this! I'll be the laughing stock of the Clan! I'll make a detour to clean myself off. And with that, Creekpaw headed off into the heart of StormClan territory.
~Twoleg bridge~