The proper term for what she is is 'spy'. It's the term she likes the best, anyway. There's no small number of things she could be called, only she is only ever called Emberpaw, or some variation of hey, you, that apprentice over there. She has one task, and it is to follow the deputy, Iceface. Her first assignment, instead of proper training. To be honest, she thinks he's a completely boring. But today she's been given the day off, and she can finally relax, while thinking about all the stock-standard apprentice knowledge she should possess right now. Emberpaw wanders idly through the canopy, until her gaze alights on a familiar grey pelt. Who should she encounter, of course, but the very cat she feels like avoiding. The black apprentice is about to turn away when she sees Morningstar approach him. She's no spy, when the leader decapitates her second-in-command, in a blaze of gore, just one very small, very meek fly on the wall.
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