Hunting in the Dark (Open)

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((She doesn't have a tail? I didn't know that! Now I feel like an idiot...))

"You could have taken it off the fresh-kill pile and carried it out here and pretended you caught it," Batwing growled. "Or, you could have stolen it from a hunting patrol by digging it up from the prey that they left."

As she mentioned her missing tail, he felt himself turn red beneath his fur. He'd never noticed the kit's missing tail. "Then he'll bite off your back legs so you can't walk anymore!" He doubted that he could scare the kit home after his mess up. Stupid, stupid, stupid! he screamed at himself.

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Turtlekit grumbled to herself. "It's still warm!" She growled back. "Besides! He wouldn't bite my legs off! Then I'd be all gimpy! Gosh,your silly." She grumbled at him again, her ears pinned back against her little skull.

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Batwing was finding it hard to keep his rage concealed. He felt his entire body shaking. How he longed to tear his claws down Turtekit's throat. Anything thing to get her to leave.

He realized that he couldn't reply to the small kit's comment.

"I am not silly..." the black tom growled. "If you don't get back to camp, then I will bite your legs off!"

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Flightwhisker had at first been surprised when young Turtlekit had come padding up to them, a mouse in tow. But as the petty argument began to fuel up between Batwing and the kit, the she-cat couldn't help but smile in amusement. The kit had some spunk in her. Not to mention her impressive catch, there. It was grand to know that the kit was already able to catch her own prey pre-apprenticeship. She'd make a fine warrior for the newer, improved ThunderClan one day. Finally, the tabby she-cat moved up closer to a spot between the large tom and small she-cat. "Come now, Batwing, relax. She's just a kit. What, did you never try to sneak out of the nursery for some fun when your were her age?" With a grin, she then turned back to Turtlekit with a twitch of her whiskers. "And that catch is marvelous. I'm sure Riddlehawk would be proud. But he may not be so pleased about you being out here on your own. Now- I'm not going to go running off to tell him, but I'd suggest you don't make a habit of going off like this in the future."

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"I'd like to see you try mousebrain!" Mousekit hissed back at Batwing. She turned her nose up at him, the snobby little thing that she was sometimes. "I didn't mean to wander out of camp. I just lost focus chasing a butterfly." she said to Flightwhisker, her eyes turning to her with a kinder air. But irritation still flowed off her tiny pelt.

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The black tom felt his anger begin to die down at Flightwhiskers comment. Stop stooping down to this... fools level! he thought, his fur laying flat once more.

But as Turtlekit spoke up again, it went right back up again. "I can eat you whole if I want to! With a pipsqueak like you, I could swallow you whole!"

He couldn't hold in his anger any more. He bared his teeth and unsheathed his claws.

"Get back to camp!" he growled. "Or I'll make you go home with your face clawed!"

Now, he wasn't trying to scare her to make her go home. Now, he was dead serious. If this kit aggravated him farther, she would have to go home... in peices...

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Turtlekit glared at him. "You can't make me do nothin. You're not my dddy or my mentor." She growled back at him. Her temper she got from her dad, but she wasn't aware of the irritation and very realism of the threat that he sent her way. Even her tiny claws had come unsheathed and her ears were pinned back.

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"You'll do what I say!" he hissed, his fur standing up so high, he looked twice his size. "I might not be your father or your mentor, but I'm older then you! I'm telling you to go home for your own good! I don't know why I'm bothering to talk to you since nothing gets through your thick skull and into your brain! Or are you missing a brain, too?"

His words were threatening, and right now, all he wanted to do was sink in his teeth into the kit's flesh, but somewhere, deep down, he must have cared for the small scrap.

If he really didn't care, he wouldn't be trying so hard to get her to go back to the camp. He could have just let her continue wandering around, let her get attacked by a fox, or a badger, maybe even a snake, but no. He wouldn't stop until the kit gave up and went home.

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"Jeez, there's too much bickering!" a tom hissed, slowly padding out. The tom was black and white, and he looked exactly like CowSpot, his "father". CowSpot was his father, but he had another as well. Not to mention, this tom didn't want to believe CowSpot was his father. Not one bit, even though he looked exactly like him.

"Will you two just shut up?" CoonStripe hissed, letting his tail swish back and forth, "Just let the kit come, and we can sneak him back in. I'll help you if you want, Batwing."

His green eyes leveled up to the other tom's, letting his ears flick awkwardly. He wasn't sure what to do at all. At least, not yet he didn't. He always did the first thing he thought of. He never really thought it over. So good luck with this warrior.

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Batwing turned to glare at Coonstripe. "Who are you to tell me to be quiet?" the black tom hissed in anger. "I'll talk as much as I like! And what do you mean by help me? I'm not sneaking this brat back into the camp! Let her get in trouble! Serves her right!"

He held Coonstripes gaze. Who does he think he is, butting in on our conversation?

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"Shut your silly old gob! I don't gotta listen to you, you mangy bit of fur!" She snarled at him, picking up her mouse and walking away from him with a whisk of her bobbed tail. She gave him a dirty look, her green-gold eyes narrowing whenever CoonStripe padded by.

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Batwing took a step toward Turtlekit, his tail lashing from side to side. "Why you little..." he hissed in a low voice. "I'll give you a reason to listen to me..."

It was to late. The black tom's temper was beginning to flare and there was no going back now. How had he gotten this worked up over a kit wandering outside of camp?

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The mismatched eyes of the kit narrowed a tiny bit. Her fur all puffed up, making her about a third of Batwing's size. Maybe a bit bigger. She hissed, all her little white teeth glistening like ivory daggers. Her little claws were unsheathed and her ears were flattened against her skull. She had no clue what she was getting herself into...and what kind of consequences she would pay later in life for this.

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"Say your prays!" Batwing spat, leaping in the air at the tiny kit. As he landed, his paws hit the ground whisker lengths away from her and he hit the kit's back with full force, claws unsheathed.

The black tom back stepped in case Turtlekit tried to strike and bit down on her tail-hard. This is so much better then hunting... Wait 'til the worthless scrap goes screaming home in pain. That is, if I let her get out of this alive.

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Turtlekit took a couple steps back when he landed in front of her, her eyes going wide. Her legs went out from under her at a funky angle whenever his weight hit her. She mewed in pain, softly...her voice wasn't strong. It was weak. She tried reaching around to strike out at him, but her one paw wouldn't work. It was limp, useless. She reached her head around, grabbing onto some bit of him with her teeth. But it wasn't much use.

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