"Out on the moor.Just practicing my battle skills,I was getting a bit rusty." he mewed calmly, then changed the subject quickly. He'd probably get his fur ripped of if Mosstar found out about the mess he'd left behind, especially if Windclan found it. "Feeling better?" he mewed, gesturing to the cuts on her side.
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Cedarstep turned slightly, so he could see both cats. He didn't want to be caught off guard. "I'm just a loner. I walk and hunt where I please, but never stay. Well, not for long anyway." he said. "Of course, I might stay here a while. Nice mice here."
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"At least you get to do stuff. I never get any assignments." he said. "I need to get some rest. Bye Silverpaw!"
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"Drive me out?" he said, amused. "With comments like that you'll annoy me." his voice suddenly went cold, and his eyes narrowed. "And believe me, you don't want me to be annoyed. Cats that annoy me too much... Let's just say it affects their lifespan."
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Stonewing lay down, napping for a while, and woke up refreshed, heading back out of the cave to hunt. Catching a faint prey scent, he started chasing a rabbit, catching and killing it with a swift blow. It was quite fat, so he turned around to head back, the scent of the rabbit overwhelming everything else nearby.
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"And where do you think you'll get your food? We don't have enough extra for a whole clan! And how big do you think our camp is ?" he hissed, bristling. "And I wouldn't trust Riverclan one mouselength." he muttered.
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He heard a loud clang, not far away. It sounded like the noises twoleg monsters made. 'The cat that attacked Silverpaw had a paw made of twoleg stuff...
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He walked into the camp, carrying his huge catch to the freshkill pile, then heading to his den.
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He smiled. "Now I don't want this to get violent, okay." he said, seeming to relax, but after a few seconds, he shot at the youngest warrior with blinding speed, hoping to catch her in a hold which he'd worked moons to perfect.
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"Your kit?" Ashfire asked quietly.
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He sat outside his den. It doesn't matter what I do. I never get noticed. he thought. That's it! I'll go and get one of those Thunderclan cats! Then Mosstar will notice me! Smiling, he shot out of the cavern, sprinting towards the border. I'll show them! I'll show them all!
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"Hello?" Bramblefall heard a voice nearby. Quiet, but still.
"Mouse dung!" he hissed under his breath. You should never let your enemy know you're there! he kept stalking over the border, finally catching sight of a pair of cats. Tensing, he looked around for the other Windclan cat. I can't see her. I'll just take care of them myself. he thought bursting out of the bushes with a bloodcurdling yowl, aiming to slash one of them, a she cat. -
OOC: He's a Windclan cat.
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Stonewing finally reached the Thunderclan border, and crossed over, looking for a clan cat. There's got to one somewhere! When I beat them, I know that I'll get some respect!
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Ashfire bristled, and hissed back at the Riverclan apprentice viciously, showing his long fangs and lashing his tail.
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Finally, he caught the scent of a Thunderclan warrior. Just one, he thought. Perfect. Stalking through the bushes without a sound, he threw himself on the warrior, viciously raking his claws down its pelt until it fell unconscious, bleeding.
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OOC: What?
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OOC: It was going to be random, but if you're okay with it, then could it be your character? You know, so it isn't just random? :)
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Bramblefall looked around. I can scent something. But where? he tried harder, determined to track down the scent. After what felt like moons to him, he spotted some pawprints, and turned his head, catching sight of the tip of a tail, just out of hiding. He made sure it wasn't Windclan, and once he was sure, shot at where he knew the cat would be, claws outstretched.
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OOC:Okay!

IC: Hearing the hiss, he span around, meeting the she-cat's charge with claws and teeth.