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[saige.]

{I will now since I forgot x.x And did you just want to move onto someone else? We can play with TwistedxCrow later xD}

[Noctali]

{Yeah... xD}

[saige.]

{...Do you wanna do some training? Or play with another pair? I'm at a loss x.x}

[Noctali]

{-mental breakdown- I don't know! Dx}

[saige.]

{Er, run in with Wolf?}

[Noctali]

{*cough*Early death?*cough* Sure!}

[saige.]

{>.> Who ya gonna make die, foo? And you start. He's your character x3}

[Noctali]

{I dunno. Whoever you make spot him.}

.Wolf.

A sleek, thin dark gray Tom with a white belly and muzzle began to slip his way through the thin, dead foliage, ears pinned and alert to all nearby noises; even the ones his own paws created. Wolf was craving a fight; not just any fight, but a bloody fight. One that would send anyone who were to listen to the story to the corner of their dens, shivering under their pricked-up pelt. His piercing yellow eyes narrowed on the ever-nearing Clan known as Viperclan; one that wouldn't last if they didn't toughen up and move out of the area. Of course, though, that would make for a second encounter with him; today will be the first.

{What. ._. I have more of a story muse.}

[saige.]

{RAIN HAS EPIC IDEA! But Fleet can't die for this x.x I'll make a random character to be killed off, kay? I dun wanna lose the ones I gots now Dx}

.:Fleetpaw:.

Seeing that his mentor, Crowsong, was busy being tended to by his sister, Twistedpaw, the young Apprentice treaded out of camp to explore the territory on his own. Sure, he knew it was a mouse-brained idea; with all the snakes around, but he was curious. The built, sandy-colored Tom lifted his head in the air, sniffing around for any intruders that may be around here. He stopped dead when the potent scent of a Rouge brushed passed him, causing his body to go rigid. I should go and tell the others. He thought, but his interest was getting the better of him.

[Noctali]

{Okay. xD}

.Wolf.

Wolf narrowed his eyes and slowly backed away from the dried-up shrub, using what remained for coverage; the scent of a Clan cat was nearing. Those mouse brained fools! They know better than to travel out alone when there are venomous creatures, and me, roaming the areas! As the thought ended, he glanced around before crawling back towards the foliage, trying to peer through the crisping, brown leaves for a view of whoever was nearby; all he got was the outline of a small Tom.