New apprentice- Sneezepaw

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    Sneezepaw trotted along happily, often stopping to sniff at flowers. Then suddenly, he stopped and dropped to the hunter's crouch. For his size and mental age, he was a good hunter. His eyes narrowed as he saw a mouse scuffling in a clump of grass.

    Sneezepaw began to pad silently up to it, freezing when the mouse stopped and looked his way. As soon as the mouse went back to it's buissiness Sneezepaw shot out of the undergrowth and landed ontop of the tiny creature, biting it's neck and taking it's life in a heartbeat. He nosed it, which his way of thanking Starclan, and picked it up to show Brushtail proudly.

    Brushtail purred proudly and said, "That was terrific Sneezepaw. Bury it for now and we'll see if we can't find something else."

    Brushtail nodded his head and started off, keeping an eye out for any prey.

    Brushtail stopped. He smelt vole. He looked at Sneezepaw and whispered, "Vole. Stay low." He lowered himself.

    Sneezepaw smelt the vole too and dropped back into the hunter's crouch. He went too fast and nearly toppled over- but managed to steady himself without making any noise.

    Brushtail leapt at the vole, sinking his teeth into it's flesh. It squealed and he bit down. The vole was silent and Brushtail looked back at Sneezepaw.

    Sneezepaw smiled and purred, meaning Great Job! He blinked at a bush, indicating he could smell something. Then he wrinkled his nose. It didn't smell good.

    Brushtail buried his vole quickly and went to the bush to investigate. It smelt bad over there.

    OOC: srry i wasnt on it never said there was anew post.


    Wintertail came throughthe trees behind them. "Do you guys smell that? It smells like something died." she whispered and squinged her nose.

    She crept up next to Brushtail and Sneezepaw. " She whispered next to him. I saw that you buried some prey bck there. What was it?" Then something rustled from behind the bush.

    A fox came crawling out with blood all over its snout and teeth. It saw sneezepaw and licked it lips.

    Brushtail leapt at the fox, his claws unsheathed. He tore at the fox and bit it.

    Wintertail went for his hind quarters. Her claws unsheathed, she tore up its flank. The creature threw her off and she went toward the bush it came from. She landed in something wet and when she got up she smelled horrible."What was that thing eating?!" she riped her eyes and looked down. She was standing on a dead cat.