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Originally Posted by Nighty
As Storkpaw bounded around the clearing, he darted in and out between the other Clan members, calling several 'sorry's' behind him as he went. The tom continued to stretch his muscles as he drove on wards and eventually, after another lap dove into a holly bush. As he crouched in there panting, attempting to catch his breath, memories flooded back to him from his kit hood. Sweeping his eyes across the hollowed out bush it dawned on him that this was where Storkpaw had first attacked an enemy. He clearly remembered throwing the mud clump at the rude apprentice who had tormented his brother, sure it had gotten him in trouble, but Storkpaw knew he had done the right thing to protect Jewelpaw. |
Owlkit tore off after the Bengal, then realizing she had lost him in the bush. Unused to tracking other cats, the brown and white she kit stopped for a moment, cocking her head to the side and twitching the tip of her fluffy tail back and forth, thinking for a moment before she sighed. Her grey blue eyes seemed to appear worried for a brief second before she gave a small growl of aggravation. "Storkpaw!" She called after another few seconds, wondering where her new companion had gotten to. When I'm older I'll be able to track him...and then he won't stand a chance against me! Owlkit thought excitedly, her fluffy tail swishing from side to side at the promise of being an apprentice. Besides, she couldn't really blame herself for losing him...he was, after all, much larger, stronger and faster than she was, plus she didn't know how to track him if he was hiding somewhere. Her grey blue hues landed on the bush that he was hiding in, although she had no knowledge of his presence there.