[Fawn]

Originally Posted by BEAR.

Wolfpaw had been doing busywork around camp, generally just tidying the place up so it seemed presentable. Bumba seemed busy and he had yet to see another warrior available to take him training, so this just served to fill the void in his life.

When he was finished with his makeshift tasks, he eyed the fresh-kill pile suspiciously before deciding it'd be best to wait until he was out hunting. After being poisoned, Wolfpaw didn't like eating food when he didn't know where it was found. Anything near RiverClan was strictly off limits.

So instead, he headed along the edge of camp to find a place to lay down, watch, observe. Maybe something would catch his interest.

As he passed the leaf pile, he thought he heard the slightest of rustling - but pushed it away as the wind. Infrequently, little gusts of wind would surge through the clearing - and a slight breeze tickled his fur. But his theory was quickly proven wrong when the leaves EXPLODED, and he visibly jumped with surprised. Fur puffed like a ruptured cattail, he didn't have time to process what was happening before something was tackling him - knocking him clean off his paws.

Wolfpaw tumbled to the ground with a squeak, but was quick to burst into laughter once he realize it was a kit. A goofy little creampop, with leaf scraps still clinging to their fur. "Oh no, you got me!!!"

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Beachkit -

Little danger mitts battered at Wolfpaw's side and back and anywhere within reach with little to no strategy attached. This couldn't have gone better. From the stealthy leaf covering to the surprise ambush that knocked an apprentice (A REAL APPRENTICE!) clean off his feet. He was a battle GENIUS!

Beachkit bounced off his target to expend his boundless energy on war-dancing around him in a delightfully intimidating circle, his fur fluffed from the heat of the scuffle. So scary and fierce! Raaaaa!!!! He had him right where he wanted him! "BE AFRAID!" Except he couldn't think of an insult that his mom would approve of in case she was in earshot (or some TATTLETAIL would overhear), so he went out on a very daring limb after a furtive glance around the area. "..YOU mousebrain!"

Yeah, take that! He was whipping out the big takedowns, the naughty words that only warriors used in the most pressurized moments. And to top it off, drive his point home, he extended a foreleg to whomp Wolfpaw's cheek.

It was so violent, intense! The greatest skirmish of all time! .. No, that was.. between Stonestar's killer and Licestar. Surely Wolfpaw knew that story too.

Summoning the rage of a scorned widow, Beachkit screeched, "That's what you get for killing my Stonestar!! I LOVED him and now my kits won't have a dad!" Mid-yell a leaf scrap hooked on his ear had started to slide down his face but he shook it off with renewed vigor to go for the BIG CHOMP on Wolfpaw's shoulder.