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Cricketpaw trotted out the camp entrance, planning to have a nice, relaxing stroll near the border. His paws thudded lightly against the ground, orange eyes scanning the area. He came to a stop, leaning up against a tree as he took in the sight of the sunrise. It seemed so beautiful here, he was glad to call this place home.

he took in a deep breath, wanting to take it all in. He jerked back, though, as during his deep breath he caught an awful scent. It was funky, and it burned as it went through his nostrils. He hissed, fur now standing on end. He knew that scent; he had been warned to run straight back to camp if he ever picked it up, but something drew him towards it. He was determined he could chase the vicious creature out. He smirked, confident he'd be greatly rewarded if he could do that.

His steps became less confident, though, as he picked up multiple scents, slightly hesitating and trying to determine wether he should come back or not. Too late, bushes started to rustle. He dropped into a defensive crouch, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. His tail lashed behind him, bracing for the massive, merciless beasts to lunge forwards at him.
he closed his eyes as he "braced for impact".

Only, there was no impact. He opened one eye, uncertain if he was killed instantly or not. Waiting a bit, he walked closer towards the rustling bush, surprised to hear the sound of whining and whimpering. He pulled back the foliage, splitting the bush in half with his paw. There revealed three little pups, now looking up at him eagerly. Their doughy, pink tongues lolled out of their mouths as they instantly barked and swarmed him. They nipped at him gently, some licking his fur the wrong way.

Cricketpaw laughed, getting up and nuzzling the largest pup gently with his paw. The other two nearly tackled him, yipping playfully and gleefully. He laughed again, shaking his head as the two little ones pawed their way to him.
"easy, easy now, little ones." He chuckled, fear momentarily gripping as he realized that pups had a mother.
"Say...where's your ma at? I don't smell her...." he noted, looking around. Strange, why were these pups abandoned? They seemed perfectly healthy and strong. Maybe their mother died.
As his attention diverted away from the pups, they grew restless, pawing at him pathetically and whimpering. He looked down at them, cooing quietly.
"Calm down, little buddies, it's alright."
He sighed....what was he supposed to do with these pups? Thicketclan wouldn't take them, would they? He looked down at the squirming little bundles of fur, frowning.
What would happen to these puppies?

Description
Cricketpaw trotted out the camp entrance, planning to have a nice, relaxing stroll near the border. His paws thudded lightly against the ground, orange eyes scanning the area. He came to a stop, leaning up against a tree as he took in the sight of the sunrise. It seemed so beautiful here, he was glad to call this place home.

he took in a deep breath, wanting to take it all in. He jerked back, though, as during his deep breath he caught an awful scent. It was funky, and it burned as it went through his nostrils. He hissed, fur now standing on end. He knew that scent; he had been warned to run straight back to camp if he ever picked it up, but something drew him towards it. He was determined he could chase the vicious creature out. He smirked, confident he'd be greatly rewarded if he could do that.

His steps became less confident, though, as he picked up multiple scents, slightly hesitating and trying to determine wether he should come back or not. Too late, bushes started to rustle. He dropped into a defensive crouch, claws unsheathed and teeth bared. His tail lashed behind him, bracing for the massive, merciless beasts to lunge forwards at him.
he closed his eyes as he "braced for impact".

Only, there was no impact. He opened one eye, uncertain if he was killed instantly or not. Waiting a bit, he walked closer towards the rustling bush, surprised to hear the sound of whining and whimpering. He pulled back the foliage, splitting the bush in half with his paw. There revealed three little pups, now looking up at him eagerly. Their doughy, pink tongues lolled out of their mouths as they instantly barked and swarmed him. They nipped at him gently, some licking his fur the wrong way.

Cricketpaw laughed, getting up and nuzzling the largest pup gently with his paw. The other two nearly tackled him, yipping playfully and gleefully. He laughed again, shaking his head as the two little ones pawed their way to him.
"easy, easy now, little ones." He chuckled, fear momentarily gripping as he realized that pups had a mother.
"Say...where's your ma at? I don't smell her...." he noted, looking around. Strange, why were these pups abandoned? They seemed perfectly healthy and strong. Maybe their mother died.
As his attention diverted away from the pups, they grew restless, pawing at him pathetically and whimpering. He looked down at them, cooing quietly.
"Calm down, little buddies, it's alright."
He sighed....what was he supposed to do with these pups? Thicketclan wouldn't take them, would they? He looked down at the squirming little bundles of fur, frowning.
What would happen to these puppies?