Username;; Goner.
Cat Name;; Dustbowl
Gender;; Male
Age;; 48 Moons
Clan;; AutumnclanRank;; Warrior
Prompt;;"Hey, Dustbowl," Tinykit quietly called out to the warrior, running up to him in the middle of camp. "I've been meaning to ask you, how did you get that scar on your shoulder."
With a laugh, Dustbowl sat down and patted the kit on the head. "Well, well, young one. You want to hear about how brave of a cat I am then huh? Sit back, and I'll tell you what happened."
"Oh this should be good," Birchpaw, Dustbowls apprentice, spoke to herself, sitting away from the warrior and the kit.
"So, there I was, out hunting with my apprentice. All seemed fine, just a normal rainy day. Two cats roaming the forest, in search of food so their clan would survive. While walking, a sharp scent came across my nose. I stood tall, trying my best to locate where the scent was coming from. Due to the rain, I wasn't able to succeed in time. Out of nowhere, a rabid fox came jumping out of the bushes near us. Foaming at the mouth. Eyes glowing red. Claws digging into the mud below it. All while demonic growls came rumbling up from it's throat. I knew it was my duty to protect my apprentice, so I sprang forward, tackling the fox while it snapped at my face. The two of us wrestled on the ground for a while, both trying our hardest to win the battle. Eventually, I stood tall, and the fox laid, motionless on the ground. I felt a pain in my shoulder, but it wasn't anything too serious. Just a little scratch. The two of us went back to camp after that. I didn't even need the medicine cats help. It healed just fine on it's own."
"Woaahh," the kit stared up at the brown tom, his green eyes glowing in amazement. "That's so cool! I hope one day I'll be as big and strong as you are, Dustbowl!"
Dustbowl laughed and patted the kit once more, "Just remember to always stay brave," he smiled down at the kit kindly before walking away.
Tinykit looked around camp for Birchpaw. Once he found her, he ran over to her and asked what her reaction to the situation was.
"Well," Birchpaw started, "none of that actually happened."
"Wait... What?" The kit asked, confused.
"You see, what really happened was, Dustbowl was teaching me some basic battle skills when I got a bit too aggressive and drew some blood with a swipe to the shoulder."
"So," Tinykit paused, "so you gave him the scar?"
"Mhm. And the funny part is, he cried real hard about it. He ran to the medicine cats den, begging for pain killers. She laughed at him and called him a cry baby for weeping over a tiny cat scratch. He's not as brave as he makes himself out to be."
Tinykit began laughing. "He cried over it? That's comedy gold!"
The two cats sat together laughing for a while, sharing stories of how Dustbowl plaid himself up to seem like a strong and brave cat.