Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(direct), Twolegs(indirect)

Sootpaw had to admit, he was a little jealous at how effortlessly his mentor climbed back down the tall pine. Maybe he should find the time to practice...
"Yes, let's go!" Sootpaw said energetically at the word "adventure". The apprentice spoke as he began to trail close behind Owlfeather, inviting himself along. "Fernfoot, what's it matter if there are Twoleg kits? What could they do?", the apprentice asked in ignorance with a small mrrow of laughter. "If Twolegs are so dumb, wouldn't their kits be even dumber and easier to get away from?"
Sootpaw's amusement suddenly gave way to excitement as he remembered something that the pale tom had mentioned earlier. "Oh! Fernfoot! You said you actually lived around Twolegs?" His bright eyes shone with curiosity as he continued, not giving the tom a lot of time to actually answer. "Like, all the time? That's so weird." How odd to think that some cats thought being so close to Twolegs was somehow normal. Even Fernfoot didn't seem very concerned about the appearance of Twolegs in the territory. Then again, now that Owlfeather had figured out where the creatures were, Sootpaw was feeling a bit less worried, himself. Now that the deputy knew where they were, surely she and Fernfoot would know how to take care of them!

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Training Valley|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Two legs

Owlfeather looked back at Fernfoot, as the warrior asked his question about the two leg kits. The deputy shook her head, "No, there were no kits", the she-cat said. Only when she saw the glanze that Fernfoot gave Sootpaw, did she understand why he had asked. He was concerned, that two leg kits might go for the apprentice. She would never let that happen, the she-cat would never let anything happen to her apprentice. Owlfeather's ear twitched, as she overheard Sootpaw's questions for Fernfoot. Looking forward, keeping her nose and eyes sharp for any trace of the two legs, the mentor decided to let the white warrior answer her apprentices question.
As she keeped leading them onward, memories started to come back into the she-cats mind. Memories of the first time she had stepped paws onto Duskclan territory, many moons had passed since then. She had been very young, even younger than Sootpaw was now. Thinking back to those days felt strange, it was almost like remembering a story that the elders had told. She could not even remember her mothers face, the memory of her littermates had also almost faded. Owlfeather wondered, if she would ever be able to see Orion and Scorch again and if she did, would they recognise her? The deputy shook her head, dispelling her up coming memories. This was no time to have her head up in the clouds, she needed to stay alert.
Almost immediately after this thought, the she-cat stopped in her tracks. Owlfeather raised up her tail, to signal the other two to halt and be quiet. Crouching low to the ground, the deputy inched forward heading for a heather buch just to their right. Slowly making her way through the thick green foliage, he light gray-blue eyes peard out the other side. The two legs were a bit ahead of them, Owlfeather's lips drew back a bit. She hated the scent of two legs. Remembering that Sootpaw had never encountered two legs before, the mentor waved her tail for the young gray tom to join her at her side.

 Events!

 Even for: Sootpaw, Owlfeather, Fernfoot

Nearing where the two-legs are walking, another scent can be caught on the breeze that is definitely familiar. Upon getting closer, its hard to miss the scent and perhaps even the sight dog that is with the two-legs. It's smaller, so it was too difficult to see before. It is not on a leash, and is snuffling around the trails.

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(direct), Twolegs(indirect), dog(indirect)

Sootpaw hesitated before moving past Fernfoot to quietly join Owlfeather at her side, peering out at the creatures he had only heard stories about. And...he was greatly disappointed. The moment he had hoped would satisfy his curiosity was bittered by instant disgust. The smell was unlike anything he had ever come across! No wonder the experienced warriors complained about it. Aside from the rank stench, just how the Twolegs looked was so strange. They sorta reminded him of young trees. That is, if trees could lift their roots and move about.
Augh, but Sootpaw just couldn't get over that stench they produced. However, there was something else there, too. A scent he only vaguely remembered from a trip around the territory when he was younger. He had seen the creature on that little venture, too. What had it been?
The apprentice's fur pricked when it clicked in his mind. A dog. That's what it was called. The one he had encountered back then wasn't much larger than he was now, but Sootpaw had been told that they could be much larger.
From his own vantage point, Sootpaw's eyes searched for the dog. He couldn't see it yet, but it was definitely around. He suddenly wasn't enjoying this "adventure" quite as much as he had hoped he would.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Training Valley|Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly: Two legs

Owlfeather glanced at her apprentice, she could see that he was a bit dissatisfied with her first two leg encounter. He was probably expecting them to be more exciting, Owlfeather mused. The she-cat stiffened as she noticed her apprentices fur rising, what was wrong? Looking back at the two legs, the deputy's claw dig into the earth. Now she could smell it too, it was the rancid smell of a dog.
Pushing herself in front of Sootpaw, just to make sure that he was shielded. Her eyes darted over the clearing, where was that stupid mange pelt? The she-cat suddenly stiffened, the smell was definitely morse pronounced now. Was the dog getting closer? Owlfeather's heart froze, she could hear rustling just to their right. It had to be the dog, it was probably sniffing around looking for pray or cats, both something to sink their fangs in. Not knowing if Sootpaw had noticed the dog and not wanting the apprentice to bolt off and give away their location, Owlfeather pressed up against her apprentice and laid her tail on his back. Leaning close to the apprentices ear, the she-cat whispered, just loud enough for even Fernfoot to over hear, "When I tell you to run, you run back to camp without looking back, understood?"

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(direct), Twolegs(indirect), dog(indirect)

Sootpaw froze as Owlfeather moved in to block him from potential danger. He was ready to complain about not being a kit when, with wide eyes, his head snapped to their right at the sudden sound of something approaching. It was likely the dog they had scented, he knew, and Sootpaw was ready to make a run for it when his mentor prevented him from doing so with a bit of added pressure and the touch of her tail.
Listening to Owlfeather's words with his frightened gaze still locked in the offending direction, the apprentice nodded silently in understanding, despite wishing that he could leave the area at once. Sootpaw stood as still as possible, though he was certain that his legs must have been shaking, if only slightly. He waited with the two warriors as the dog's chilling scent grew stronger, prepared to make a mad dash to safety the moment Owlfeather gave the signal.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: |Mention(s) Directly: Sootpaw, Fernfoot|Mention(s) Indirectly:

A small tightness formed in the deputy's chest, both Fernfoot and Sootpaw wher counting on her. They were waiting from her comand, what should she do? Digging her claws in, Owlfeather scolded herself. She did not have time to hesitate. Before she could do anything though, the dog came into few. It was small, well relatively, the mange pelt could've still probably eaten Sootpaw in a single gulp. No time to think.
Standing, the she-cat yelled as loud as she could, "Go, back to camp", it was an order ment for both, the white tom and her apprentice. Now having the dogs full attention, Owlfeather leaped forward. Her claws extended, the she-cat aimed for the mutts eyes. Her right paw connected, the dog let out a yowl and staggered back. Owlfeather fell hard to the grown, her right paw now stand crimson, the she-cat raised her hackles. Owlfeather needed to give Sootpaw and Fernfoot enough time to escape, letting out another yowl she lunged forward again. This time the dog had anticipated it, the stupid thing moved out of her way. As she landed the dog snapped at her neck, ducking she only barly maneged to escape having her neck snapped. Using her low position to her advantage, Owlfeather darted forward. The she-cat quickly racked her claws at the underbelly of the dog, but before she could get out from under the dog, its paw darted after her. As easy as if she were a moss ball, the dogs paw made contact with Owlfeather's side. This sent her flying, she hit the ground hard. The she-cat looked up, her vision a bit blurry. Gritting her teeth Owlfeather stood up, shaking her head clear. Owlfeather growled at the dog, she had a long gash on her shoulder. What now? How was she going to escape? The she-cats eyes darted around, trying to find a way to escape.

Sootpaw | Duskclan Apprentice | 13 moons | Small, gray tabby tom | Location: Training Valley/Duskclan territory (Heading for Duskclan Camp) | Mentions: Owlfeather(direct), Fernfoot(indirect)

At Owlfeather's command, Sootpaw wanted to dart away as fast as he possibly could, but he hesitated at the scene before him. However, as Owlfeather leaped at the dog, he shook himself from his frozen state and took off. As the apprentice's paws pounded the ground, he could hear the sounds of the fight behind him. He was tempted to look back, to see if his mentor was winning, to see if he should stop to help, but he stamped it down. Sootpaw had to get back to the camp and tell anyone he could find about what was happening so that Owlfeather could get some assistance. It was a smarter thing to do than stay and fight...right?
Sootpaw's conflictions swirled in his mind as he raced through the territory. Yes, running was the best thing he could do right now. After all, Fernfoot might've stayed behind to help. Sootpaw would've only gotten in the way. Right? The question burned within him, filling the tom with anger at himself. He used this feeling to help fuel him onward. It's too late to stop now, Sootpaw thought.

⇺ [ Hornetpaw ] ⇻
18 Moons |:| Male |:| DawnClan |:| Medicine Cat Apprentice
Location - Outside Camp |:| Mentions - Foxpaw, Larkclaw

Hornetpaw had to give Foxpaw some credit, he’d expected her to protest more than she had, her near-immediate compliance, however reluctant, leaving his mouth hanging open slightly in a momentary loss of words. “Well...very good then. As Larkclaw said, we can stop to fetch your prey on the way home,” he agreed, following after the ginger she-cat as she led the way toward the beach.

The odd scent hit him even before Larkclaw put words to his thoughts once more, his paws kneading the ground in apprehension, a nervous tick. The hint of blood in the air along with an underlying sweetness he couldn’t quite place was worrying. Larkclaw suggested they investigate, but all Hornetpaw wanted to do was return to camp and inform the older, more experienced warriors something was amiss. All the same, he wasn’t sure he’d ever forgive himself if some cat was in trouble and he’d wasted time running all the way back to camp when he could have been helping them.

“Alright...let’s check it out,” he agreed reluctantly. “Be cautious, these are dangerous times and we don’t know what awaits us at the end of this scent trail,” he replied gravely, every possible, awful scenario racing through his mind.

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⇺ [ Redeye ] ⇻
36 Moons |:| Male |:| DuskClan |:| Warrior
Location - Outside Camp |:| Mentions - Harepaw, Dustpelt, Weaselflight

“Oh, but other cats are different from dogs, my dear. They have brains and often know how to use them,” he teased lightly before sprinting off into the trees, glancing over his shoulder to check that the young cat had followed. The little bounce performed before racing to catch up with him didn’t match her expression and it brought him a great deal of amusement. Rather than comment on it, his gaze returned to focusing on where his paws were landing. It wouldn’t do for him to trip and make a fool of himself in front of an apprentice.

“I should think not dear girl! I have excellent tracking skills, I can assure you,” he called back to her exuberantly, “and besides that, I fear you wouldn’t be quick enough to smite me if you tried. Pick up the pace or else I’ll request your name be changed to Turtlepaw!” The comments weren’t accurate, Harepaw was doing quite well, nearly matching his stride, and he had lengthier legs than the young cat that offered him an unfair advantage. It was in his nature to heckle, however, but it was all in good fun.

Within moments they burst into the clearing, familiar tortoiseshell and brown and cream splotched shapes greeting them. “Behold!” He announced loudly, motioning a paw toward Dustpelt. “Your mentor, as promised.”

 Events!

 Even for: Sootpaw, Owlfeather, Fernfoot

The dog, far to excited by the turn of events snapped at Owlfeather, teeth catching fur at the neck, and giving a shake *minor surprise injury* before Fernfoot joined in the fray. Yelping slightly, the dog jumped forward in new excitment, fast and agile with teeth snapping, catching the warrior by a leg. *surprise minor injury*
Before he could attack further however, the sound of two-leg shouting echoed across the forest again, the pair pushing through the undergrowth to try and see what the sounds were about, both carrying what looked to be long, thin sticks. At a second call, the dog jumped, seeming to react to a small beep upon its collar before it began to bark furiously, not returning to its masters but no longer moving to attack. The two-legs began to poke through the foliage, as if looking for something.

Owlfeather|Duskclan|Deputy|Siamese She-Cat|Location: Territory|Mention(s) Directly: Fernfoot, dog|Mention(s) Indirectly: Two legs

Owlfeathe's eyes grew wide, as a white blur shot out of the bush, she herself had come out of. It was Fernfoot, stupid tom. Could he not have followed the she-cats order? Still, she felt grateful to have some help with facing the dog. Owlfeather growled, all thanks and pain disappearing from her face. Fernfoot was pinned against the bush, facing the dog head on.
Suddenly the dog seemed distracted, had it stopped attacking? This was her chance, letting out a hiss Owlfeather bunched her muscles. With all the strength her injured shoulder could manage, the deputy sprang forward. Landing square on the dogs back, Owlfeather dug her claws in to keep her grip. Swiftly she sank her fangs into the back of the dogs neck, as she made contact and bit down hard, the dog let out a yowl.
Throwing itself back the dog let out a yowl of both pain a surprise. Leaping back the dog lost its balance and landed hard on the ground with its back. The she-cats already injured leg was pind under the dog, Owlfeather bit back her pain. Instead she clawed and bit at the dog, until it got of her. The dog moved away, warely looking at the she-cat, it seemed to not be sure what it should do. As quickly as her injured leg would allow it, Owlfeather stood up and limped over to Fernfoot's side. Not even bothering to scold the tom, about not following her order, Owlfether brushed her pelt against his. Looking up, she spotted the head of a two leg, they were poking some strange looking sticks into the bushes. It also seemed like they were trying to recall their dog, letting out a snarl Owlfeather turned back to the dog. "Go back to your two legs, if you know what's good for you", the she-cat snarled, not realy carrying if the could could understand her or not.