Quietpaw
Shadowclan apprentice
22/100
Quietpaw was tired. Tired of everything. For some unexplainable reason, this day in particular had proven difficult for her to push through. She just wanted to lie down in her nest and forget about everything. Being an apprentice was tough work and even she needed breaks sometimes. Yet this day seemed to want to test her limits more than she ever expected.
As the splotched she-cat approched the apprentices' den on silent paws a foreign smell hit her nostrils. She stopped in her tracks immediately. What was that? That wasn't Shadowclan scent it was...different. Horrid. Strange. A threat? What else could it be? Mabye it was a predator, perhaps a badger or fox but this smell seemed cat like from what she could tell...still, she couldn't just let some intruder waltz into camp and stay in her den. She wanted to sleep, stars-damnit.
Plumy fur bristling and cyan eyes narrowing into slits, Quiet let her claws slide out. She hadn't learnt how to fight yet but surely she could end this stranger if she snuck up on them and slit their throat quickly right? Laying each paw carefully in front of each other, she slowly stalked up to the mouth of the den, her full attention on handling this potential threat.
Warily, Quietpaw peered into the darkness of the den, ears pricked for any indicaters of signs of life. What did she see, you ask? An unfamiliar dark blueish grey and white she-cat. She'd studied the pelts of her clanmates whenever she got the opportunity, she wasn't big on speaking but she did watch and this cat...she would've noticed them if they were a Shadowclanner.
A hint of a snarl on her breath the apprentice stared at the unknown cat with cold fury. They dared be so arrogant to blatantly trespass in their camp? Grandmother would not be happy about this and neither was she either. There was just something so infuriating about having a place she claimed as her domain be blindly disrespected. Like any sensible cat she'd have to dispose of this cat...hmm, imagine how much praise she'd get if she did achieve her goal of the intruder's death, she'd certainly be recognised apart from her kin then.
'Time to die, foolish rat' Tensing her muscles, the young apprentice quickly weaved her way past the many nests dotting the rough ground until she was at least a fox-length away from her target. This cat seemed older than her so approching them head on would be idiotic so instead she extended her talons to full length and attempted to bring down a swift yet powerful paw onto the stranger's tail. If she couldn't kill them she at least wanted to beat them up enough so that one of the high-ranks could deal with them later and she'd get some attention for it.
(So sorry for the terrible title I am absolutely horrid at coming up with them! And apologies for Quietpaw attempting to attack Minkpaw, she can be a little bloodthirsty heh. :') )
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