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A cat as young as he was didn't usually wander around on their own, especially in WinterClan of all places, and yet here he was. Bloodpaw had skillfully evaded his mother and any other cats that might tell him to stay put - which was to say he ran as fast as he could out of camp at his first chance, bored while he waited for a new mentor to be assigned to him - and had taken the time to carefully disguise his scent and fur. He looked like a mess, covered in something between dirt and mud as the snow he hopped over soaked through his fluffy pelt, but he thought it was exactly what he needed to go unrecognized. Because today was the day. Today, he'd show everyone that he wasn't cute.
At first he had considered doubling back to camp in the hopes to find a Clanmate to lure into his genius trap, but they must be frantic searching for him. He couldn't help letting out a snicker as he thought how no one would ever be able to recognize him like this no matter how hard they looked, but with them so desperate to find little Bloodpaw he was certain they would notice anyone else going missing too easily. And so here he was, down by the FallClan border as he strut back and forth along the borders in the hopes to find a Clanmate or, even better, a FallClan cat. A FallClan cat would never suspect what he was up to.
Perhaps if Bloodpaw knew a thing about what he was planning to do he would've tried to play up on his natural cuteness, but he didn't dare do that. The whole point of this was to prove he wasn't cute. His attempts to look tough, however, might've just made him seem even more kit-like, like a child playing at being a big tough warrior. He never stopped to consider that. He was tough, and he was going to scare the first cat he saw so bad that they'd be helpless to his claws. Another squeaky laugh bubbled from the apprentice as he thought about how no one would dare call him cute after today, though it cut off abruptly as a noise interrupted his thoughts. "Who goes there?" he called out, fluffy tail up and smoky fur puffed out as he whirled towards the sound.
