- Jan 25, 2023
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Pebblepaw didn't think he'd ever get used to the frigid winter air. Large ears quickly grew numb as the wind battered them, and fearing that he'd eventually lose them if leafbare continued for much longer, the tom couldn't help but miss the warmth that childhood had offered him. They were on patrol with some others in their clan, but as the older cats began to disperse to renew the scent markers, the dusty feline found himself without a figure to follow. It was difficult to tell who was who when their scents still muddled his developing nose and eventually, Pebble found himself moving in an arbitrary direction. Even in winter, the woods weren't quiet. Birds tweeted above, warning others of the muted cat that prowled the land, his pelt sticking out against the oranges of the sodden floor. The heavy cracking of a branch caused a stifled yelp to escape from the apprentice, copper eyes quickly scanning the horizon for the suspect. There, he saw a shadow, prowling through the forest's underbelly as if it was not supposed to be there. He only caught a glimpse, but it was enough to send alarm bells ringing in the former kittypet's head.
The lavender tom swiveled around, desperately searching through the barricade of trees for other clanmates. No one seemed to be around, even now - had he wandered too far? Flattened ears came as a consequence of knowing that he was in danger, either from whatever had alerted him or from the clanmates who'd have a bone to pick with him for straying from the patrol. Before he could decide which one he preferred, instinct forced him to face forwards, to deal with the threat. 'Please don't be a dog.... please don't be a dog...' The brief glance he'd seen didn't remind him of a dog, it was far too small compared to what had been described to him, but he still worried. "Excuse me! I know you're there. You're trespassing on ThunderClan territory..." He swallowed a lump in his throat, nearly trembling out of his skin. Pebblepaw didn't feel ready to defend his home, his claws had never pierced flesh before, but the stranger beyond the tangle of dead bushes hadn't given him a choice. Bowing, he prepared to launch himself through whatever stood in his way to protect his home. He steadied his quiet, quivering breath, and allowed his eyes to narrow. "Identity yourself or leave. Now."