"Aww," She mewed, "My plan backfired."
Lynxpaw crouched low, ready to pursue the cream-colored tom.
Trotting around SnowClan camp
- Lynxwhisker
- Closed
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Tickpaw smiled and darted past her.
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Lynxpaw whirled around, giving chase.
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The tom stopped at the camp border.
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Lynxpaw slowed, stopping next to him.
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Tickpaw smiled and dropped the moss.
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Lynxpaw meowed, "Any more of this and I'll turn into a kit!" She stretched, uttering a low sigh.
"We'd better bring some fresh-kill back to camp, anyway..." She straightened up, looking around. -
'Then be readily to be a kit later." Tickpaw stuffed the moss ball in a bush, then glanced at Lynxpaw.
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Lynxpaw parted her jaws, looking up in the tree above the two apprentices. A varied thrush sat there idly, tweeting a melodious tune.
She exchanged looks with Tickpaw, looking up again as if asking, "Do you want to get that?" -
Tickpaw nodded and made his way up slowly a different tree.
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Lynxpaw watched, keeping an eye on the thrush.
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Tickpaw hopped onto a branch that lined up with the thrush. Quietly he stalked up to it. Careful not to let it see him, at the second it saw him, he jumped on it. Grabbing it in his mouth so his claws were free to grip the branch.
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"Good catch!" Lynxpaw flicked her tail, glad her friend didn't make the same mistake she did.
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The tom jumped down, off the tree, the bird still trying to get away.
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Lynxpaw waited with baited breath, watching the bird.
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Tickpaw pinned the bird down and killed it swiftly. "Thank you."
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Lynxpaw pricked her ears, inhaling the forest scents.
"Hmm..." She mumbled to herself, taking a few cautious steps deeper into the forest.A rabbit scent hit her senses, and she crouched lower, the snow barely brushing her belly fur.
She advanced toward the smell, spying the squirrel next to an oak tree. -
Tickpaw covered his thrush.
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Lynxpaw pounced at the squirrel, delivering a quick bite to the neck.
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Tickpaw padded after her. "Great!"