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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]Littlepaw was on his way back from an unsuccessful herb hunting. He had wanted to check if any other herbs had survived the tough frost, but apparently, his attempt was a failure. There were no signs of life deeper in the territory besides a thin sparrow that he had eyes for. He may be a medicine cat apprentice, but that certainly didn't mean he couldn't hunt and serve his clan. He went into a hunter's crouch, which was fixed thanks to Thrushstar's helpful advice.


    With a light crunch of the snow, he began to stalk his way towards it. His tail was hanging in the air, with the wind blowing brushing softly against him. He tensed for a brief moment, before releasing all his energy in a lunge towards the sparrow. With a swift bite, its beady eyes went dull and its desperate escape from its jaws ended. He carried the limp avian, tasting the fresh ooze of blood on his tongue. It was hard not to eat it then and there. He shook his head at the thought. He didn't quite need it. With that in mind, Littlepaw began to follow a faint paw print track back to camp.




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    Briarkit honestly shouldn't have been out of camp. But she couldn't help herself! It looked so enticing out there, all those trees and all that prey to catch. She hadn't gone very far when she came across Littlepaw. Forgetting the fact she wasn't exactly meant to be out here, she began to start a conversation. "Hi Littlepaw!" she exclaimed, glancing at his prey. "How did you catch that? I thought you only knew how to use herbs." She tilted her head, perplexed.
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    !! - Stumpy had spotted Briarkit heading out of camp, and, rather than going to scold the insolent kit, he decided to follow her. He couldn't blame her, he, too, snuck out of camp when no cat would watch. He wasn't a big fan of the warrior code rule that stated that kits had to stay in camp - wouldn't they learn better survival skills if they were introduced to the wild sooner? After the kit's tail had faded from view, he, too slipped out of camp.


    As he followed the kit's trails, he wondered where she was going, until he had happened upon Littlepaw. He immediately caught onto the sparrow that Littlepaw, and nodded in appreciation. If only he could catch birds. He wasn't that experienced yet, and his stumpy legs prevented him from balancing well or jumping very high, which annoyed him to no end. He saw all these apprentices hunting squirrels and thrushes on their first try, and all Stumpy caught on his first try was a crumpled leaf left over from leaf-fall. He felt quite envious whenever an apprentice would bring up a nice meal, a bountiful catch, but he wouldn't show it. That would be uncourtious. He smiled, a tooth showing playfully. "Nice catch, Littlepaw." He mewed.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]Littlepaw had been on his way to returning back to camp before catching sight of a tiny figure greeting him with his name. His ears perked up, yellow gaze wide with surprise. "Briarkit?" Littlepaw's surprise quickly grew into worry for the kitten. "Briarkit! What are you doing here?" he continued to ask in a hushed voice. He hurried over, the sparrow in his jaw gently bobbing. He did a quick examination to check if the kitten had been harmed along the way. Much to his relief, there was no harm done. Thank Starclan. Kits were often here and there, everywhere, actually. He didn't blame them, though. It would be a while until she would become an apprentice. "I, umm, uh, well I do know how to use herbs, you're right," he started off with an awkward pipe. "But wouldn't it be awful if I couldn't hunt my own food?" It would make him an equivalent to a kit if he couldn't do it. He assumed that her curiosity was satisfied for the day, and gently whisked the kitten the other way. "I think it's enough adventure for today, huh?"


    Littlepaw looked up, seeing Stumpypaw playfully smiling, congratulating him for his catch. He flashed a smaller, more awkward smile. "Oh! Um, it isn't much," he mumbled bashfully. "What brings you here?" Perhaps Stumpypaw was going to catch Briarkit? He began to lead the way to camp.






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    Briarkit was thoroughly confused when Littlepaw began to fret, and then she remembered: she was a kit. She wasn't meant to be out of camp! "It's just so boring in the nursery," the young tabby whined, a pout on her maw. "It isn't fair. Kits should be allowed out of camp too!" She stomped a tiny paw, plumy tail lashing as she sulked. Wait, so medicine cats could catch prey too? Neat! She never knew that. Then she began to sulk again and bounded off towards camp again, tail dragging in the snow.
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    "It's something," Emberhawk mewed appreciatively as he emerged from the undergrowth, happening upon the apprentices and kit. He twitched his whiskers in greeting, then frowned as he spotted Briarkit plowing ahead of the group. "Briarkit," he called, hurrying after her with a sweep of his tail. "Stay with us! Kits aren't allowed out of camp for a reason!" And that reason was not only the cold temperature and the very real possibility of getting lost, but also predators. Briarkit wouldn't stand a chance against a stray fox.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]"I know it is," he murmured softly to the kitten. The urge to explore the outside world was strong in this little one. It made him smile a bit. It certainly reminded him of somebody else he once knew of. Littlepaw continued to make his way to the camp, making sure that Briarkit didn't scatter off somewhere. He doubted he could give a chase in this cold weather! The camp was nearly in sight by the time Emberhawk arrived. His eyes widened. "Oh, um, I didn't bring her out! She just kinda wandered here on her own," he blurted out quickly. Kits would be kits, and there wasn't really anything that could change that.




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    Skidding to a halt, her paws slipped from underneath her in the slick snow, and she landed with a gentle thud on her back. "I hate the snow!" she hissed bitterly, carefully getting up and shaking vigorously, trying to get the white powder out of her fur. Why did she even come out here in the first place?


    Then she trotted over to her assumed father, pressing against him with a shiver. She was cold now. She glanced up at Emberhawk, noticing how they didn't look very much alike. He had ginger points and fair blue eyes, along with an average, slender build. But Briarkit and her siblings were bigger than normal kits, and most of them had several grams of muscle. The wonders of genetics. They were complicated. But she didn't doubt that Emberhawk was her father; she was far too naive to have the possibility even enter her head.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]Littlepaw watched the kit as they continued their trek home. It was rather amusing, seeing them goof off. It made him feel wistful. He thought of those wasted youthful days of staring at the sky, longing to fly. It was a mouse-brained idea, huh? A cat, flying. Littlepaw snickered as the large kitten fell into the snow, exclaiming her distaste for it. Littlepaw quietly scooped a pawful of snow, batting that snow towards Briarkit when she was distracted. "How cold is it now?" he playfully chided.




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    Briarkit squealed as the snow gently collided with her side, scattering everywhere. She playfully narrowed her eyes at Littlepaw and leaped into a mound of snow, sending the frigid frozen liquid flying through the air in a mobile post.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]Kits would still be kits. Might as well as give them something to look forward to when they were apprentices. Littlepaw winced playfully as the kitten splashed snow everywhere. It got caught on his coat, slowly melting and making his fur soggy. Making sure the snow hadn't ruined the sparrow, he was quick to make his comeback. Littlepaw shook out his pelt, spraying the snow everywhere. "Hey, you didn't answer my question, silly!" he piped.


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    Now lying in a small, slushy brown hole, surrounded by clumps of snow, Briarkit sat up. "Not cold!" she lied, lifting her broad head proudly. "Not cold at all." Her words were soon betrayed by a shiver that went up her spine. She stood up and shook her coat vigorously, hoping Littlepaw hadn't noticed.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border:0px; width: 500px;text-align:justify;]He chuckled softly. "So you're the tough warrior who likes the snow, huh?" he teased gently as the kitten herself shook her pelt. Briarkit was a large kitten for her size. Surely she was going to be a great apprentice. He glimpsed at Briarkit, who had a full-body shiver. The apprentice noticed it, and glanced forward. It won't be long until they were back to camp. Littlepaw glanced back at the kitten and murmured, "Well, well, it's time to get back to camp. Where this tough warrior is going to be warm," he mewed, emphasizing the words tough warrior.



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    Briarkit puffed out her chest, bounding forward. "Yep, I'm a tough warrior!" she meowed proudly. I will be the best warrior in SkyClan! she vowed silently, recalling the dream she had in which she was warrior-aged and heavily battle-scarred. Was that what she would really look like?


    She was about to protest, then she nodded. "Okay." She tried not to show it, but she was actually relieved at the idea of being warm.
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    He sighed in relief when the kitten agreed to go back home. "I'm glad you see reason, oh strong one," he continued. They went through the camp's entrance. The cold snow was biting at his paws, and he was glad he could finally drop off the sparrow. Littlepaw returned to Briarkit, gently nudging the large kit towards the way of the nursery. "Now I'm sure your brothers and sisters are looking for you," Littlepaw commented softly.


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    Briarkit shot a smile at Littlepaw before bounding off in the direction of the nursery in a rushed and museless post.
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