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Dustpaw's ears swiveled as a plump mouse skittered by and into the brush nearby. Separating from the continuing-on group, he quietly stalked into the leaves following the mouse. It kept skittering along, stopping now and then out of the apprentice's leaping grasp. It didn't seem to notice him, but instead intently move along instead of diving for a hiding spot. How long is this going to take, he thought impatiently. Either hide or slow down so I can catch you! Finally, it crawled atop a small rock and began nibbling on some morsel it had picked up. Ah-ha! he thought with a content flick of his tail. Slowly he began to step forward, creeping closer and closer. However, suddenly, the mouse leaped away and into the depth of the brush. "Mousedung!" he spat, watching as the bush continued to rustle. "Hey..." The dusty tom suddenly grew cautious - that bush was moving way too much for a mouse!

A white blur suddenly knocked into him, some unknown scent engulfing his nose. Dustpaw went tumbling, rolling into a bush. His fur spiked out as two golden eyes bored into him. "What are you doing in Fossilclan territory, trying to hunt you foxdung!" it spat, taking a step closer. "Ah - I was, uhm - not... uhh..." the apprentice stuttered. "Seriously!" the now noticeable cat spat, digging its claws into the earth. "Do you think we're that stupid?! We could smell your stench from here to Starclan you stinkin' Thornclan cat! Get out here and fight you coward!" Dustpaw winced as she reached under and dragged him out with her claws. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he wailed, trying to get away. He hadn't even noticed he'd crossed any borders. In fact, he was sure he hadn't! He felt sharp claws scraped down his sides as the white she-cat delivered a hurtful bite to his shoulder. "Augh! Stop!" he called again, trying to wriggle away and push her off. But it was almost useless. Whoever this was, had to be older than he. She obviously knew a lot more when it came to battling. His claws uselessly flung towards her, but it was returned with another scratch through his pelt. At some point, his eyes met those awful, golden eyes of the other. They almost seemed like they were glimmered with enjoyment!

Suddenly, he felt a moment of pause as her horrid claws released his pelt. The tom flung himself backwards, tumbling paws over head away from that horrid creature that was apparently a cat. With a panicked bite of his tongue, Dustpaw scrambled to his paws and began hurtling away from that cat. She'd mentioned something about Fossilclan. Perhaps she was apart of that clan? It didn't matter - he just had to get away! "Stupid Thornclan coward!" she spat, but gave to attempt to chase him. Instead, she began stepping backwards into what Dustpaw could only assume was Fossilclan territory. Ripping his head forward, he continued along the way he'd come

If anything, Dustpaw would never forget those eyes.
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IHgsoigh
YOU BETTER LIKE THIS WERLD *dies*

I hope she doesnt mind me copying her post
Punctuation can go to hell right now its 1 in the morning

I'm still sorry for butchering Dusty's design :c

These charactors belong to =MyWerld

Description
Dustpaw's ears swiveled as a plump mouse skittered by and into the brush nearby. Separating from the continuing-on group, he quietly stalked into the leaves following the mouse. It kept skittering along, stopping now and then out of the apprentice's leaping grasp. It didn't seem to notice him, but instead intently move along instead of diving for a hiding spot. How long is this going to take, he thought impatiently. Either hide or slow down so I can catch you! Finally, it crawled atop a small rock and began nibbling on some morsel it had picked up. Ah-ha! he thought with a content flick of his tail. Slowly he began to step forward, creeping closer and closer. However, suddenly, the mouse leaped away and into the depth of the brush. "Mousedung!" he spat, watching as the bush continued to rustle. "Hey..." The dusty tom suddenly grew cautious - that bush was moving way too much for a mouse!

A white blur suddenly knocked into him, some unknown scent engulfing his nose. Dustpaw went tumbling, rolling into a bush. His fur spiked out as two golden eyes bored into him. "What are you doing in Fossilclan territory, trying to hunt you foxdung!" it spat, taking a step closer. "Ah - I was, uhm - not... uhh..." the apprentice stuttered. "Seriously!" the now noticeable cat spat, digging its claws into the earth. "Do you think we're that stupid?! We could smell your stench from here to Starclan you stinkin' Thornclan cat! Get out here and fight you coward!" Dustpaw winced as she reached under and dragged him out with her claws. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he wailed, trying to get away. He hadn't even noticed he'd crossed any borders. In fact, he was sure he hadn't! He felt sharp claws scraped down his sides as the white she-cat delivered a hurtful bite to his shoulder. "Augh! Stop!" he called again, trying to wriggle away and push her off. But it was almost useless. Whoever this was, had to be older than he. She obviously knew a lot more when it came to battling. His claws uselessly flung towards her, but it was returned with another scratch through his pelt. At some point, his eyes met those awful, golden eyes of the other. They almost seemed like they were glimmered with enjoyment!

Suddenly, he felt a moment of pause as her horrid claws released his pelt. The tom flung himself backwards, tumbling paws over head away from that horrid creature that was apparently a cat. With a panicked bite of his tongue, Dustpaw scrambled to his paws and began hurtling away from that cat. She'd mentioned something about Fossilclan. Perhaps she was apart of that clan? It didn't matter - he just had to get away! "Stupid Thornclan coward!" she spat, but gave to attempt to chase him. Instead, she began stepping backwards into what Dustpaw could only assume was Fossilclan territory. Ripping his head forward, he continued along the way he'd come

If anything, Dustpaw would never forget those eyes.
--

IHgsoigh
YOU BETTER LIKE THIS WERLD *dies*

I hope she doesnt mind me copying her post
Punctuation can go to hell right now its 1 in the morning

I'm still sorry for butchering Dusty's design :c

These charactors belong to =MyWerld