Mysticalclan ~rp thread~

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    Wolfpaw leapt in the air before her mentor reached her and landed away from Dragonstar and whipped around to lunge at her leaders back and batter not too hard at her back, claws sheathed.

    Wolfpaw jumped off and smiled, blushing, "Thanks, Dragonstar! It was fun. Have you ever fought against a real fox? My mom almost got killed by one when I was in the nursery." and sat down at her question, tilting her head at her mentor/leader.

    Dragonstar shook her head "we do not fight with killing just by a warning because what if that fox had kits of its own?"

    "No, no. I meant like have you ever fought one off? I didn't say kill." Wolfpaw frowned and shook her head, then caught a whiff of something to her left and snapped her gold gaze over to her left.

    "Oh." She mewed and hissed as her neck fur rose up, seeing two yellow gleaming eyes in the darkness of the shadows. Wolfpaw stood, fluffing out her fur, thinking she'd look scary but just looked like a fuzz ball.

    There was a scary feral snarl from the eyes and out came a cat, who Wolfpaw recognized instantly and smiled, the cat doing the same. "Why hello, Wolfpaw! Long time no see!" The young tom meowed padding forward a few steps. "Oh, Dragonstar, you don't know me do you? Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cheetah, as you can tell from my strikingly resemblance to one. I'm a kittypet. I used to be a loner that was allies with this Clan." A twoleg shouted for Cheetah. "Oops! Well, I must go now! I'll always be near!" his accent sounded strange to Wolfpaw, but she smiled and waved her tail as he bounded away, his collar jingling as Cheetah went back to his twolegs.

    Wolfpaw padded along a hedge and then scented a robin up ahead. Holding up her tail to signal her mentor, she went into a hunting crouch and crept forward, silent and deadly, her orange eyes in concentrating slits.

    Nodding, she crept forward ever so silently, getting into range of the robin, and barely swishing her marble tail. It turned it's head suddenly and squawked in alarm, starting to fly away, but Wolfpaw was faster and leapt into the air, smacking it down in mid air and landing on it. The apprentice bared her teeth, opened her jaws and lunged down, delivering a nasty killing bite to the unfortunate bird.

    Wolfpaw looked over her shoulder and grinned with her eyes closed, but with blood all on her teeth and muzzle. She realised this and thought, 'A bloody mess I made.' and just smiled with her mouth closed.

    Wolfpaw rabbedthe robin by its neck and limp-ran, because her paw hurt from her land, back to camp, her orange eyes glittering with delight.