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Littlebud slid onto the battlefield, deciding to take a more stealthy approach to the attacks. Dropping into a crouch, he wiggled his way into the undergrowth. His slick RiverClan pelt caught on the branches of the hedges a few times, but eventually he managed to slide into an area with long ferns. The warrior circled the outer edges of the fray while keeping in cover, looking for a smaller unsuspecting dog. Finally, he located his quarry - a tiny yapping mutt who did little more than bark and growl at the cats with its tail wagging.
Littlebud rocketed from the bushes with a yowl, landing squarely on the dog's back. He raked his claws along its spine, hissing furiously.