IN MY DREAMS (private, spotted)

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    Dovepaw was near the camp exit, examining his long, sharp claws. He sharpened them frequently, and took much pride in them. If anyone tried to oppose him - well, they would soon learn not to. The ThunderClanner could just imagine his claws sinking deep into his enemy's neck, and them begging for mercy, and then Dovepaw would give it... the tom didn't really know what death was or meant, and assumed that everyone was free and immortal. Despite being smart, the longhaired tomcat did certainly have some issues.


    He was hoping that someone else would come over. Dovepaw loved everybody, and wanted to help everybody, but didn't understand why so many opposed and didn't want his assistance. He wasn't doing anything wrong, right? Surely he wasn't been creepy? The ThunderClanner had never doubted himself in his life, and never would. Dovepaw was just one of those cats who always believed that he was right. Either way, he would try his best to be sweet and friendly to whoever approached.

    /retro to injuries


    Things had been quiet around the camp lately. And Spottedfern found that she was frequently bored. It was like a vicious cycle: wake up, hunt, sleep, repeat. Patrols weren't being sent out as often. So Spottedfern had returned from hunting not long ago, and just finished grooming any dirt from her spotty coat. Green eyes landed on Dovepaw, who seemed to be admiring his claws. Wow, that was a good set of claws. Long and sharp. Spottedfern's own claws were average, but still sharp enough to do damage.
    She rose to her paws and padded over, flicking her tail in greeting (the tail which would soon be gone, unbeknownst to her). "Hey Dovepaw," she meowed cheerfully.

    "Hi! I believe your name is Spottedfern?" the apprentice looked up from his claws, though he kept them unsheathed. He really hated sheathing them after all. Not to mention that Dovepaw also enjoyed... using them. It wasn't his fault that he didn't understand the damage they caused! After all, Dovepaw didn't really understand that it was possible to die, and he also lacked belief in StarClan or the Warrior Code. He did whatever he pleased, though he didn't know that many of the things that he did were plain wrong. "What's going on?"

    "Yep, that's me," she confirmed with a nod, seating herself. Her gaze flickered to his claws. Dovepaw seemed to be fascinated with the most morbid things. Oh well... as long as he was loyal. "Oh, nothing much. Just went hunting and relaxed for a bit," she mewed, flicking an ear. "Everyone seems so inactive lately," she sighed.

    "Haha, knew it!" the tom boasted, unable to resist. He began to shred the grass between his claws, feeling much pleasure as the blades ripped apart. The grass would grow back, so it didn't matter, right? The grass was probably happy not to be ignored. "Well, I'm not inactive. I'm trying my very best to do whatever I can to help whoever I can!" He reassured his Clanmate with a huge smile.

    "That's good. We need more active apprentices around like you," she praised. "Say, how about we do some hunting? The Clan could use all the extra prey possible," she suggested, wanting to be useful instead of lazing around in camp all day.
    /mobile

    "I know! It's okay, I'll handle everything!" the tom reassured cheerfully, glad that Spottedfern was happy. "And sure! We might as well, and I'll make sure to keep everybody's bellies filled!" He was already a great hunter despite only being newly apprenticed, though he did sometimes get distracted or slow down the hunt by torturing and examining his catches. He began to trot towards the camp exit, energetic.

    /Ah so sorry! Totally forgot I had to reply to this!


    "I like your optimism," she commented with a smile, trotting beside him. "Where do you think is the best place to hunt?" she queried. Might as well test this apprentice's knowledge. Strangely, Spottedfern had never had a proper mentor, but had rather mentored herself, in a way, always practicing and picking up moves from the other apprentices.

    //its ok!


    "Haha, I know. Thank you!" he continued, "I wish I could give someone as sweet as you an exact answer, but there's no best place to hunt. If you put your heart to it, and if you try your very best, you can catch prey anywhere. I'll be very, very generous and let you choose. Of course I have my favourite places, but I'll love to see yours!" He wondered how Spottedfern would react if she knew that the ThunderClanner also had a tendency to hunt in other Clans' territories.

    "Alright." She tilted her head thoughtfully, studying the snow in front of her as she thought. "I know, let's hunt in Tallpines. It's always been one of my favourite places." And then she quickened her place to a slow run, glancing back at Dovepaw to see if he was following.

    "Sure!" Dovepaw moved more slowly, though he tried to keep up with Spottedfern. Wondering if she thought he was stupid, he reassured her, "I'm super fast, but I don't want to scare away any prey by making noise." That was one of the things the ThunderClanner hated. There was no real rush, as long as they caught as much prey as possible in the end. And the only way to achieve that was to be really quiet.

    "Alright, sounds reasonable," the Bengal responded, slowing her pace when they reached a small clearing. Almost leafless shrubs surrounded the clearing. "This seems like a good spot to start," she stated, turning her head to look at Dovepaw for his opinion.
    /mobile

    "Sure! Like I said, I'd let you choose," it was then that the scent of sparrow wafted into the tom's nostrils. Following the scent, he found the small bird, currently unaware of his presence. He leapt, pinning down the sparrow by the wing and beginning to tear it apart, digging long, sharp claws inside, blood on his paws, sadistic pleasure pulsing through him as he enjoyed every moment of the catch. Not the kill. There was no such thing as dead. "Ha! Didn't take me long! I've already made the first catch!"

    That was a rather... messy kill. Dovepaw's morbid ways of thinking sometimes worried her slightly. She stayed silent, just smiled. "Great job!" she praised, lifting her eyes from the sight of the ravaged sparrow. Then she turned away, lifting her head and parting her jaws to allow the musky forest scents to flow in. "Mouse," she murmured, her voice barely audible before her eyes locked on a tiny pink hairless tail disappearing out of view behind a tangle of brambles. Instinct caused her to lower into a crouch, and she steadily stalked forward, a tiny bit wobbly around her back legs. Her tail was gone, having an impact on her balance, but she was getting stronger to make up for the loss of the body part. And finally, she bunched her hind leg muscles before pouncing, landing precisely and killing the mouse with a quick bite to the neck. A neat and quick kill.

    "An excellent job indeed!" Dovepaw smiled proudly. What was better than succeeding? It did seem as though the ThunderClanner was happy all the time, but when things truly did go his way, he found himself at his highest point, like he had climbed the tallest tree in the forest and would look down on everyone who had failed to reach the final branch. They had all fallen, but he would save them with his unusual methods! "Yes, mouse. You must have a disadvantage without a tail, though!" Haha. Dovepaw would never lose his tail.

    "I can hunt perfectly fine without a tail!" she snapped. It wasn't like the friendly, sociable she-cat to snap like that, but Dovepaw had just hit her biggest insecurity. Immediately she regretted the tone she used. "Sorry, Dovepaw. It's just, I would do anything to have my tail back, honestly." She offered a rueful smile.

    "Like I thought. But do you really mean that you'd do anything?" The ThunderClanner smiled, chest puffed out. Yup, he had guessed Spottedfern's weak spot, and he wasn't afraid to use it against her if he needed to. But he cared about Spottedfern, didn't he? He liked her, right? There was no reason why he would ever need to harm her in any way, or was there?

    "Well, almost anything." Of course, she wouldn't dare harm another or the other obvious stuff. "W-We have a Clan to feed. Let's just get on with the hunting," she mewed curtly before slipping behind a shrub before Dovepaw had the chance to speak.


    She lifted her head to the breeze, parting her jaws to allow scents to flow in. All kinds of prey flooded her scent glands, but the closest was mouse. She allowed her gaze to sweep the area, looking for the small creature.

    "Hmm, I see..." There was a strange, knowing expression on the ThunderClanner's face. Spottedfern had better be careful what she said around Dovepaw. The tom spotted the same mouse which Spottedfern had scented, and dropped down into a crouch, beginning to stalk it. He hoped that his Clanmate wouldn't steal his catch. After all, he doubted that she would give it the same thorough torture that he would. Dovepaw seemed to be the only one who knew how to do things professionally, and that made him proud.

    Unknowing of the fact Dovepaw had his eyes on the mouse, she spotted it, and lowered into a crouch. Steadily stalking forward, she did not lift her gaze from the mouse. And finally, she bunched her muscles, preparing to pounce forward.