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Woodkit of Thunderclan
The kit yelped loudly, only to start twitching and turning quickly, hoping to get his still wet tail to slip out between the other Tom's big paws.
"Where I'm going? Home!"
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
The kit started wailing loudly, letting out choking howls.
"Chocolatepaw! Get me out of here! I don't want this as my home! I want my mother!"
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Because I have two templates right now, and when I try to make a third one, I get redirected to my camp page instead of the "create a new template" page... Anyone help me out on this? 
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
Ooc: Am I still welcome to hop in? If yes, can I get a recap on this please?
Ic: ~
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
Woodkit backed off, his back pressing against the wall of the cage. There was no way that he would fight another kit, and the chance would be even smaller if the kit was this much younger than he was right now. With a light hiss towards Bloodstar he tried to find a way out of the cage instead, not paying much attention to the cat in front of him.
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Hm, thanks! I think so too then. So now I have to save two more templates on my laptop instead, how clumsy. Thanks again!
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
The young tom could've used his weight to push the kit aside at once, but not wanting to harm it, he let the kit pounce on him. The weight was equal to nothing as it didn't have much affect on the tom. He tried for as much as possible to view this as one of the times he was playfighting with the younger kits. Careful, claws not flexed, he gave a soft bat to the kits head, only to try and make it stop trying to attack him.
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
Seeing that the kit had come to it's senses a bit, he lowered his paw and crouched down slightly, making himself as little threat to the other kit as possible. As he spoke, his voice was soft and low, making sure not to be heard by other cats around.
"Don't you worry! I won't hurt you little one!"
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
The tom took hold of the small kit in his jaws, barely able to hold it, but managing to do so as long as the kit wouldn't struggle to get free of his grip. Through the fur of the kit he managed to utter a few words.
"Chocolatepaw, Iwm nowt gwoing withouwht youw."
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
Ooc: Oh my, missed quite a lot. Can I get a recap on this? ^^
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The young tom considered this for a moment until his eyes lit up slightly. He had been good at sneaking, and maybe the young kit could learn a thing or two during their spying mission. Besides that, he couldn't completely say that he wasn't interested in what the older tom had to tell.
"Sure. But very, very quiet okay?"
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
Tumblepaw let out a loud and annoyed growl.
"I wasn't jumping right into a battle. You hear what you like to hear, not what there is truly said. I said that I don't want a battle starting right now, so you, cat of Thunderclan, should get the hell out of here right now. Right. Now. Once this cat has crossed your border, there is no more power over you. We won't obey the orders of your clanleader, so you will not bring him back to your clan. Now leave." His claws flexed in warning as he turned around and spat at the bloodclanner.
"There will be no battle, but you will come with us to explain the situation a bit before we might consider setting you free again." The apprentice knew that he wasn't the most superior cat around, especially with that arrogant grandson of the general around. But that didn't mean he had no power at all.
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Woodkit of Thunderclan
Woodkit might not be big for his age, but he was one very clever kit. With a lot of thinking, he tried to repeat the actions that Chocolatepaw had used before to open the cage as quietly as possible, only using his thin paws instead of his mouth. It took quite a while before the kit had figured out how-to, but once he understood, he quickly got the cage open and slipped out, into the shadows, only to wait for his turn to help. He wouldn't just leave. Never.
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
The short-tempered tom gave the other apprentice an annoyed snarl.
"I am saying that I do NOT look for a fight. You should have all that kit-fur out of your ears by now, or maybe drop by the medicine cat in case something is wrong with those ears of you, since you clearly do not hear what I am saying. The thunderclan cat should just leave. Now. And then we can talk with the cat that seems to be from Bloodclan. And get some useful information out of him. He decided not to say that last thought out loud, in case the Thunderclan cat would tell on them on the next gathering.
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
Tumblepaw wasn't the nice cat. His face remained angry, but he decided to turn away from the apprentice. He was the one who found the Bloodclan cat, so he was going to be the one to deal with this. On his own way.
"Yes, but we can't force the Thunderclan cat to leave by using violence, as we could get in great trouble at the next gathering." He took a step closer to the other apprentice, only to whisper softly.
"We could get useful information from this Bloodclan cat. He spied on them. Those crowfood eaters. He might know things we do not."
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
The tom apprentice growled softly.
"How dare you bring a cat that doesn't belong here right into our camp!? Are you out of your mind? Or just blinded by that stupid thing that some call 'love'? He might just be a spy belonging to one of those crowfood-eating clans, seeing he has a clan name! It is most surprising that even an apprentice has more common sense than a Shadowclan warrior!"
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
The tom had been visiting this very bush for a long time now. He had seen the she-cat many times, but was always too afraid to even approach her, because he knew it'd be his duty to chase the cat away. But as she sat there, beautiful as she was, he was stunned. His ears flattened and eyes narrowed at the sound of movement when he saw the jetblack tom enter the scene. A slightly annoyed his left the young tom's paws, who didn't had to wait much longer to finally get his turn to have his warrior ceremony. He took a small step back, only to find out that a twig snapped underneath his paw, resulting in another annoyed hiss coming from the brush close by.
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
The tom, now being in his final stages of being an apprentice, was eager to join on the patrol. He wanted to shine as bright as he could, showing off in any way possible. He had caught the scent of the mouse too, but the warrior was ahead of him in following the trail, to his slight annoyance. When he caught the scent of rabbit he made sure to be the first one this time, dashing off to follow the trail. A rabbit could easily feed two or three warriors and if it was a plump one, maybe even more. Crouching down low and making sure not to be heard he caught the rabbit as an easy kill. It was a very plump one, making it more heavy and unable to react as fast as it should. Dragging the rabbit back to the patrol, he hoped to be praised by one of the warriors, even if it was only to show of the caught prey.
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
The apprentice stopped, only to cover the rabbit up with some dirt at a location that was clear for him to remember to take it with him on the way back. He chuckled softly at the she-cat's remark towards the older warriors.
"Well, if they are getting too old to even hunt normally, then I might just go on to catch some more. The clan has to be fed, you know?"
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Tumblepaw of Shadowclan
The tom joined her, only to follow her pleasant scent for a short while before catching the scent of yet another prey, one that was quite the usual in this area of their territory. He knew the animals were fast and hard to chase, but he was swift. He only had to make sure that the squirrel wouldn't find their way in any tree, since his climbing skills were pure rubbish.
Chasing the prey, he could finally scent it being close enough to pounce on. As he took the final step closer, a small twig snapped underneath his paws, causing the prey to be alerted and take a run. With a swift movement the apprentice started the chase, bursting with high speed. He closed in on the squirrel. Closer. It was only then that his name proven him worth, his legs tripping over eachother and himself slamming into a tree, face first. It was embarrassing. Very embarrassing.
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