Trespassing and not knowing it

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit huffed and puffed as he ran up the slope, the sounds of the Thunderpath fading behind him. He was scared out of his wits--a monster had just gone through, almost running him over. His fur wason end as he slowed down his breathing and heartbeat. He wasn't dead. That was good. He checked himself all over for any injuries, but none were physical.

He glanced around. The marshy ground felt soft under his paws. Why had he come this far, just running? He was feeling more and more adventurous each day as his apprenticeship ceremony loomed closer and closer. He was five and a half moons, almost old enough. Was that why he had run?

His breath came out in frosty clouds before him. Might as well explore while he was over here. He pushed forward toward the marshes, curious as always.

[Meerful]

A dirty stench flew over the area as a breeze passed through. Flailpaw, with his jaws open, quicly shut them as the filthy smell filled his notsrils. He shook his head as a wave of nausea came over his small body. His dark fur raised on it's ends.

After the initial stench of the twoleg monster passed over him, he noticied a new smell, one not so disgusting. Flailpaw lifted his nose into the air and tested it, slightly dry heaving at the stench of the monster. He smelled fear...

Flailpaw rushed throught he marshy terrain, his agile feet accustomed tothe wet ground. Jumping up into a looming willow tree, he searched the grounds from a higher elevation. A kit! He saw a small body walkign through, he growled, and awkwardly slid down the tree.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit stopped. What was that? He knew he was on ShadowClan territory, but he was a kit--they wouldn't do anything...would they? Visions of the stories the elders had told him flashed through his mind--Tigerstar, Crookedstar, the battle with BloodClan. All starting with ShadowClan.

"W-who's there?" he mewed, crouching down and unwillingly starting to shake. "I-I'm warning you, I-I'm fierce!" But he didn't look it.

[Meerful]

Flailpaw heard mewling, adn raced towards it, his paws pressign against the ground hard to increase speed, yet very light so he wouldn'tget stuck in the swampy grounds. His eyes darted back and forth, looking for the kit.

He ran a few more rabbit hops before he saw it ahead. The kit was shaking with fear, adn Flailpaw could scent it. When he came upon the kit he skidded to a stop. "What are you doing here?" He growled. He practically loomed over the kit, he was a lrage taby, large for his age.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit fluffed up his fur to make himself look bigger. This cat scared him, but he wasn't going to show it. "I'm exploring!" he mewed. He smiled cheekily, standing that much straighter.

OOC: g2g, I'll be back in an hour or so.

[Meerful]

Flailpaw scoffed at the kit. "That's nice, but did you take the time to look where you were exploring? You're in Shadowclan teritory, and by the warrior code, I have all rights to atack, and possibly kill you." Flailpaw growled, flexcxing blackclaws,and showing white red tipped fangs.

OOC- thats kewl

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit forced himself to stand tall. Never show fear; fear was weakness, and weakness could be used against you. "Killing another cat is wrong!" he countered. "And besides, you couldn't hurt a kit. That's against the Code as much as killing!"

[Meerful]

Flailpaw shrugged. "Okay then, let's say perhaps, I might accidentally pick you up while you attack me , and I accidentally kill you" Flailpaw growled, his claws now stuck in an outward position.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit eyes the claws. "Evil," he spat. "Evil, dirty, disgusting ShadowClan! I wouldn't expect anything less, what with your Clan's history. I don't know about you, but in ThunderClan, killing kits is frowned upon and you'd be exiled!" He was being frank. That frankness would be the death of him, his foster mother said. He said he'd wait on it.

[Meerful]

Flailpaw couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, you are priceless. You, you know what" Flailpaw said, laughing. "C'mon, I'll take you back, but to let you know, I'm not usually this easy." Flailpaw was widely known for his obstinence. That had been why his own mother left him, adn that's how he lost his sister to the earthquake.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit twitched his nose. He didn't trust this apprentice, but...he seemed somewhat nice, if he was taking him back to camp. "What's your name?" he asked as he started back. "I'm Tumblekit."

[Meerful]

Flailpaw snorted in discontent. "Why should I tell you? And don't bring up that bull that you told me yours, I don't roll that way" He said, half growling.

[Nightfur and Co.]

Tumblekit had just opened his mouth to say that. "Fine, then," he mewed moodily. "Your mother obviously didn't teach you any manners." They had made it back to the THunderpath by this time, and he stopped. It was pretty quiet, but you never knew when a Monster would come.

[Meerful]

Snorting again, Flailpaw turned to the apprentice. "Listen here, I lost my mtoher and my sister to an eaertchquake as a kit, so why don't you just go back to your camp and leave me alone" His eyes were serious, full of self hate this time.