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Pumpkinspice was on the hunt for a pumpkin, but no one ever claimed that she had the longest or the best attention span. When she had gone back to SunClan to find the pumpkin not there, she had heard rumors and whispers about others pulling pranks on other clans. Of course, she wanted in, so she momentarily gave up her hunt for the delicious food and headed to MoonClan.
So, what was the prank that she had thought of? Adding spice to the prey, of course. Surely there weren't many cats who enjoyed spicy food, save for her.
Marionettepaw had noticed the pumpkin had been stolen once again from Moonclan. She was bitter and determined to get the pumpkin back on Moonclan’s territory. On her quest to find the pumpkin she didn’t expect to run across another cat. Let alone a cat that wasn’t from Moonclan.
Pumpkinspice hadn't expected to be found so soon - but it didn't matter. She already had the spicy prey in front of her, so instead of just getting away, she just had to get Marionettepaw to eat it. Looking up from the food, Pumpkinspice grinned. "Hello! Hungry?" she asked, her tail flicking behind her. She was talking to this unknown apprentice as if she was a friend, but that was just how the orange tabby was. As subtly as she could, she glanced down at the food, her own stomach giving a quiet rumble.
Marionettepaw watched the orange she-cat. She thought it was suspicious that this cat was waltzing around on Moonclan’s territory for one. But the kind looking she-cat looked harmless and was offering food. Marionettepaw’s brain was screaming no but her stomach was agreeing yes. In her quest to find the pumpkin the student barely had a chance to stop and eat a real meal. Her mouth watered at the thought of the prey being offered in front of her. She eagerly nodded yes that she was hungry.
