[dino.]

Elkpaw decided he didn't like snow. It was cold, and it was wet, and it clung to his fur and made him all shivery, and it was officially, on all accounts, stupid.

When something was stupid and bothering him, he wanted to bother something else.

He crouched in the entrance of the apprentices' den, buried under some poor cat's nest as he watched the clearing through the small flakes for an unsuspecting victim. He hadn't been taught battle skills yet, still being a fresh apprentice and still young, but that didn't mean he couldn't improvise... right?

Elkpaw's eyes locked onto his target. He wiggled his haunches, spread his paws, and then bolted out from under the moss and out of the den, gunning straight for their legs. "ATTACK!"

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