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Originally Posted by Willie Warf
Beetle, the irritated tom scanned the Dark for the intruding thunderclan scent. It bothered his nose like a plague in his mind and his undead claws desired to sink into the filthy creature creating it and tear it to shreds. As he closed in on the scent he found Foxglove, some random she-cat bothering his apprentice. He felt the irritation lick up his spine as he imagined the utterly bee-brained conversation he was about to have. "Foxglove. What exactly happened in the little peabrain you have that made you think bothering someone that smells like ME was a good idea?" The irritated tom stated calmly sitting and rapping his paws with his tail. He understood that there was many a cat he had yet to challenge, but he would have assumed that most cats had at least heard of his little 'tour'.
Sharppaw glanced down the tree once again, noticing that Her great uncle was approaching from afar, his irritation almost staining the dank air around him, it was that potent. She stood and stretched in the tree before settling into a more comfortable watching area. She had the full intent of watching her mentor rip this cat to shreds before starting their training. However this other cat was much bigger than him, so she would be interested to see such a fight, if there was one.
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Foxglove
Snapping her head around to the tom, she spoke. "I don't care if they smell like you. They hurt my apprentice, and now all they do is weep and act like a mouse! Now if you'll allow me, or not, I'm going to teach your apprentice a lesson!" Foxglove said calmly, but with a hiss here and there. "No one gets to harm my apprentice." She said, her claws unsheathing. (Short)