With a small battle cry, Shrewpaw lunged forward, swinging his paw at Frostpaw's side, and already zipping away. He wasn't sure if he hit, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out and get clobbered again, that was for sure! Getting clobbered was no fun at all. As he skidded to a stop and turned around to face Frostpaw again, he called out to the kit
We're not kittens! We're apprentices. He knew he was small, but not tiny! And who could mistake Frostpaw for a kitten? The other tom was practically fox sized, and as muscly too. And as sneaky and clever. From now on, Frostpaw was Foxy. In his head at least. @
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