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Birdsong twittered the arrival of another drizzly, gray dawn. The clouds shed cold, leaky tears that landed with fat plops onto the quivering beech tree's leaves, eventually spindling down the branches and viridian canopy to where a pitifully shaking, stubborn Meerkatkit curled tighter into a ball, as if by condensing his already meager frame he might be sheltered, might disappear entirely. And wouldn't that be far better than to stay here, in this cold wet place that so reminded him of the midnight city streets, where he was, once again, completely alone?
Of course, he wasn't alone. Fundamentally, Meer knew that he wasn't. There were more cats here, he felt, than he'd seen in his entire life, and they gazed at him with kind pity, often pretending to stumble and drop their fresh-kill when he was around, just so he'd eat something; and his friends were here. His friends. Meer's heart seized in his chest, a bolt of fresh pain searing through it, and his eyes wandered below to the apprentices' den. As much as his friends had fretted over him, and as casually as he'd originally laughed off their concern, it'd been days since he'd last been face-to-face with either Buffy or Zest. He was avoiding them. He was ashamed for them. They were 'paws now, and he was still dumb, stinky Meerkatkit, the kit lacking potential, lacking maturity and growth. He couldn't face them.
Another rain drop splattered on his head in the meantime, and Meer shivered again, drawing his thin tail even closer into himself.
Zebrapaw hadn't quite adjusted the way he had expected to. He had expected things to be so easy, that he'd go into his apprenticeship in stride, that everything would be good. And then, the ceremony came. He had felt such pride the moment that he had earned his name, and then again when Buffy got his. But then, as Foxstar concluded the ceremony, Zebrapaw became anxious. No, that couldn't be right! There was another cat that needed to be promoted! No matter his quiet complaints, though, there was nothing to be done. He was an apprentice. Meerkatkit was not. How had Foxstar upset so many young cats in one promotion?
He had tried to get over it by the time it was time for bed. And, for the most part, he had, or at least, he had forgotten about the fact that for the first time since they met, he'd be separated from his best friend. That was, until bedtime. Once he picked out his moss and made his nest, he had been faced with the cold reality of the situation. For the first time in months, he wouldn't be sharing a nest with sticky immature Meerkatkit. While the other apprentices gossiped and grew accustomed to the den, he couldn't help but be consumed by a quiet sadness.
That had been a week ago, now. Since that night, it had been just as awkward for Zebrapaw as it was for Meerkatkit, perhaps even worse. What was he supposed to say to him? Sorry about your luck, old boy? That felt cruel, even for him. So, instead, he quietly avoided his best friend, only interacting with him when Buffy was there to soften some of the tension.
That was, until today. Zesty let out one last sigh from where he peered out of the apprentice's den. Sunrisepaw had warned him that Meerkatkit was in the rain, something about how he looked absolutely pathetic out there and how he needed to do something about it. Zebrapaw didn't know what to do about it, not really. But what he did know was that he couldn't let his friend sit out there in the rain alone. Bracing himself for the drizzle, he padded out of the den and over to the other.
"So, I hear you're tryin' to catch a cold out here, old boy," he meowed, before sitting down next to him. Already, the rain sent a shiver down his spine. "I'm sure there's plenty of better places to nap. In fact, if you're interested, I did just get new rates on a witches house, perfectly haunted, perfectly dry, price is hot to sell." He tried to let out a chuckle, but it sounded forced. "You okay?"
