The days following were mostly just a drag.
...
Tawnykit sat with her tail limp. She hated her life. If only she could become an apprentice. Then she could keep her mind on something else.
Shadefeather had moved into the nursery. She didn't try to calm Runningkit and Tawnykit, but she usually watched them.
"Why don't you play something?" she suggested kindly.
"I don't want to play," Runningkit grumped.
"Are you sure? Oh well. Why don't you go ask the elders for a story?"
"I'm not in the mood for stories," Tawnykit growled.
"What are you going to do, then?" Shadefeather asked.
"We'll just sit here and wait until we're apprentices."
"Well, you won't have to wait long. You're becoming apprentices tomorrow."
"Really?" Runningkit cheered.
"Yes, tomorrow! Now, would you like to play something?"
"Yes!"
