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[thatonemedicinecat]

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

That was the sound of the snow under my paws. It was better than pure silence, which was came more often than I liked. Even in camp every cat was silent, as if some secret closed their jaws shut. Whatever it may be, I've grown to enjoy the silence. It's much better than...

"Do you think we'll find any prey?" A light brown and black patched apprentice asked, her golden eyes gleaming despite the darkness of the snowy meadow. "Will there be enough? What if we get hungry? Or lost?" She kept blabbering. I narrowed my blue eyes against the blowing wind, feeling irritation prickling at my paws, my claws itching to slide out and slash her cheek. But, I kept composed. "Of course we'll find prey, Twingepaw." I managed to snort the least hurtful words. The she-cat didn't look like she believed me the slightest bit, but I ignored it and lunged forward a few tail lengths.

Without Twingepaw chewing my ear off with her nerves, I managed to snatch a thin wren and a sparrow. But something pulled me further out into the dead, snow-packed meadow. Maybe just the itch to walk around after being stuck in camp for weeks after the blizzard. What ever it may be, I let it guide my paws over the lumpy, thick, crunchy snow.

I walked to the very edge of the territory, beside the border of my clan, Witheringclan, and Brittleclan. I carefully scooped snow over my prey, patting it with my long, black-gray tail. Then I turned and sniffed around the border, catching the faint smells of Brittleclan. Old, young, weak, strong... It all was here.

Suddenly, a twig crackled from across the border, and my head snapped up. I met the irritationly cheerful gold gaze of a white and gray speckled she-cat, who stood on the other side of the border with a mouse in her jaws. Beside her, a light blue tom-cat with black paws glared at me. "Are you a Witheringclan apprentice?" The speckled she-cat asked, her voice filled of amazement. My black-gray pelt tingled with hostility, knowing quite well these cats were not my friends; Loststar and Wolfstar, my leaders, had made that clear after much bloodshed during border disputes. "Yes." I managed to growl, my blue eyes still narrowed. "Cool! I'm Quailpaw and this is Skypaw!" The speckled she-cat waved her tail at her companion, who looked the least bit excited to see me. "That's cool." I hissed half-heartedly. "Now if you don't mind-" She cut me off with a squeal. "I've never met a Brittleclan cat! What's it like?" Quailpaw meowed. My pelt burned with frustration. "The same as you, probably." I retorted. Though I gave short, edgy answers, she looked determined to stay and chat. But in this weather, with them? No way. "Do you kill your own Clanmates?" Quailpaw squeaked, her gold eyes wide with questions. "Wh- n-" I began, only to be cut off by a deep hiss. Great. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw Wolfstar, her long and ragged gray-and-white patched pelt glittering with snow. Behind her, Twingepaw and a light brown-and-gray speckled she-cat warrior followed.

"What are you doing so close to these beetle-pelts?" Wolfstar demanded, her pelt bristled angerly. "I was checking the border and they started talking my ears off!" I snapped back, my black-gray pelt bristling crossly. "You left Twingepaw in the territory to come sniff borders?" Wolfstar sneered mockingly. "Twingepaw wouldn't shut up!" I spat. I looked over my shoulder and realised both Brittleclan apprentices were pelting away. Rabbit-hearts! "Get over here!" Wolfstar hissed to me, lashing her tail. Angerly, I slipped to her side. Wolfstar turned on her heels and began racing towards camp. Specklepelt, the warrior, raced beside her. I and Twingepaw followed more slowly. "You told?" I grumbled. "You never came back!" Twingepaw hissed, her patched pelt ruffled. I rolled my eyes and pulled ahead of her, anger prickling at my pads.

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