[The Kitty.]

Hazelpaw
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A russet-furred molly sprinted enthusiastically into the den, tiny heart practicality racing with unbelievable excitement: she was going to get to attack a full-grown warrior! A bummer she wouldn't have the opportunity to use her claws - it would definitely benefit her current skillset. Buuuut, if it meant not genuinely harming her clanmates, then she was in!

Baring her teeth in a fearsome growl, Hazelpaw lunged herself forward and into the air, sheathed paws outstretched as she searched belowground for whatever warrior she could attack. Oh, well. So long as she didn't accidentally end up landing on and squashing another apprentice.
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