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Originally Posted by RosePelt145
Birdsong filled the air, and the ocean water lapped in gentle waves against the sandy shore. The shining sun did nothing to warm the bitter chill in the leaf-bare atmosphere.
A young she-cat picked her way delicately among the sand, shaking her paws in disgust, her lip curled in a repulsed snarl. She hated the feel of the gritty granules in between her toes. But it was her fault, she supposed, for volunteering to go on her first solo patrol alone to renew the borders and help replenish the dwindling Fresh kill pile. The young warrior just never expected the SkyClan territory to go this far.
The she-cat, a pretty brown and white tabby named SparrowWhisper, tasted the air for preyscent. There! Just to her left, about five tail lengths away, an unsuspecting squirrel was nibbling on a peanut in its paws.
SparrowWhisper fluidly dropped into a hunting crouch, eyes slitted in concentration as she slowly inched towards the squirrel. Stalking closer, she wriggled her hindquarters in preperation to pounce.
Suddenly the squirrel glanced up and shot off at the sight of its predator. SparrowWhisper growled in annoyance and bounded after it.
As she pursued it, she was suddenly aware she had crossed into RiverClan territory. Whirling around, she prepared to go back the way she came, squirrel forgotten. But suddenly she felt a heavy weight slam into her, knocking her down. She slashed with her hind paws, hissing and spitting, and felt a sense of satisfaction as her claws tore at the enemy's belly. The heavy weight was then gone and she whirled around to see a snarling tom with a heavy RiverClan scent. SparrowWhisper saw the challenging gleam in his eyes and prepared for a battle, also aware she was dangerously close to the water.
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Warmth spread from the wound that the SkyClan she-cat had opened, and Cloudyfoot knew that it was either fight or flight. Trying to calm his instincts, the tabby tom considered the she-cat. "Why were you hunting on RiverClan territory?" He challenged brusquely, his hackles raising. Cloudyfoot flexed his claws into the ground, his mind racing.
How fast is she? How strong? Looking over SparrowWhisper, everything was answered. Not nearly this stature, Cloudyfoot knew that he could easily overpower the she-cat. But would that be enough? Cloudyfoot now turned his attention to his surroundings; the tide was almost close enough to shove her into it, and as a RiverClan warrior, it wouldnt faze him. Circling SparrowWhisper like prey, baring his teeth. "Why are you hunting on RiverClan territory?" He repeated, except this time, he gave the SkyClan cat no chance to reply. Launching himself, Cloudyfoot unsheathed his claws, aiming for her side which faced away from the sea; his force would surely knock her into the waves.