Orphan Kit Tresspasser

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    Scorch is a rouge 5 moon old kit with no family. One day he is attempting to hunt mice when a ThunderClan patrol finds him. What wilk happen? Please RP this thread it would be my first real good thread ;D

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    Heaven could never be heaven without my cats...
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    [align=center][color=white] Redleaf sniffed the air, both paws planted stiffly on the cool ground, still damp from the recent rain the night before. The air was crisp and cool as well. Leaf fall was approaching quickly.




    The wind changed direction and he got a whiff of a cat. Clearly by it's scent, it was a trespasser. His ears immediately flattened to his head in reaction. A rogue, or a loner?




    "Trespasser!" He hissed to his clanmates.




    Not waiting for a response, he sprinted ahead to attack. Crouching in the underbrush, he approached the scent. A kit??! It was loud too. There was no way it would catch whatever it was trying to hunt while making so much noise. He quickly became irritated. It was stealing ThunderClan prey!




    "Hey!! What do you think you're doing?" Redleaf snarled, stepping out of the underbrush and scaring the prey away.




    Redleaf was a young warrior even if he looked older. He had only stood vigil three moons ago. He was just a bit scruffier than the others. His light green eyes narrowed and his tail swished. But one thing was sure, any Warrior looked intimidating, and there was no doubt he looked any less intimidating than usual.

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    [color=white]So I know they are up there waiting for me.

    Scorch tries to run but is frozen to the spot in fear. I already fought and lost to a dog yesterday, he thinks. My injuries haven't healed yet ! What can I do? *fear scent is very strong now*

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    Heaven could never be heaven without my cats...
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    [align=center][color=white] Redleaf was still irritated but wouldn't attack him. He was only a kit and by the looks of it had been previously injured. Redleaf's clanmates stepped through the brush. He turned to them.




    "Let's take him to {geez I don't know who the leader is of ThunderClan currently}." Redleaf mewed, his eyes still narrowed. The others only agreed, there didn't appear to be an alternate option in this situation. He turned back to the young kit.




    "Come one. You're coming with us." He mewed, jerking his head in the direction of the Camp. He padded behind the kit ad the rest of the patrol assumed sides around the kit in case it planned on escaping. Even if it did, they could probably outrun it anyways.

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    [color=white]So I know they are up there waiting for me.