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Tip toeing in the dead of night a small six moon old cat crept over SummerClan's borders. His heart was racing as he tasted the air for prey. Adrenaline felt like lightning funnels hot and furious down his veins, every step he took sounded louder than he rationally knew it was. Everything felt so... Soft. The scents spilled over his tongue, overwhelming at first with the dominating smells. However one stood out, rabbit. Just a quick kill, he'd take his meal and leave.
The young tom knelt down his scrawny body, he had never made anything his prey before, but the instinct came naturally accompanied by his training. Pushing off his paws only when the rabbit became a little wiser to his location he pounced forward, his claws mangling the creature far too much, but this was his first hunt. He stared down at the rabbit, dead by his claws, he never felt more grateful to any cat than he did to this rabbit. It was fresh, not spoiled prey, he earned this by honoring his training and skills. Well... Aside from invading SummerClan's territory, although he had no idea the land was even called SummerClan.
He did not know clan ways. He could not yet differentiate the smell of SummerClan from the smell of his own backside (not that he would want to sniff there, but that's not the point). He knew the borders well enough but as far as he was concerned, stumbling upon anyone within them made them a SummerClan warrior, as he was still growing accustomed to the various ranks so really, everything was a warrior. That rabbit might have been one, once. "Hello there," Fabledflame greeted coolly, "That was a great kill for someone so young. Did you learn that from your....ah, mentor?" The word slipped but a moment's pause to think rewarded him with what he felt was the correct term. His dialect was smooth, like liquefied gold, but the accented lilts signified he was not from around 'these parts,' as he'd heard the SunmerClan leader say.
Rottenpaw's ears perked up as he turned in time to see a new cat he'd never seen before. He suddenly looked like a cornered animal, fearful, but not defensive. His words were stuck in his throat, he wanted to say hello back, but something told him not to. He was so used to keeping his head down that he realized he couldn't talk back to someone without having a minor panic attack that he could say the wrong thing.
"No. This is um... This is a really bad catch, it's sloppy," Rottenpaw said, looking ashamed at his own words. Every outsider he met seemed nice, but it always felt too good to be true, like they were just better liars than WinterClan cats. He stepped back a touch more feeling intimidated with the stranger so close, they always stared at him too much. Of course he felt they stared at him because they knew he was a demon, not that they stared at him in shock from all of his scars from his beatings, but he managed to stay a good distance for Fabledflame to not notice the cuts in his black and white fur.
"Um... Am I in trouble?" Rottenpaw asked cautiously. He knew he was invading somewhere, but just inferred they couldn't do anything worse to him than WinterClan did.
"Cleanliness comes with age. Experience," ascertained Fabledflame with twitching whiskers. He did not understand why the young cat trembled in front of him or refused to make eye contact; after all, he had never considered himself a threatening presence even when he tried to be, with almost doe-like eyes and golden charm. Oftentimes, cats gravitated to him rather than pushed away. "You are not in trouble. I came to help bring prey back to camp. Ratster will be pleased having good prey for SummerClan and good skill for apprentice."
He was still unaware that this cat was not a clanmate and so stepped forward mindlessly, despite that Tottenham had just widened the distance between them. He was putting on his best front to be like-minded to the rest of the clan and that meant showing hospitality to other members, which meant he was going to help the young cat no matter what.
"Oh yeah... I mean. Yeah," Rottenpaw said with disappointment, he really wanted to eat that, but apparently rabbit wasn't on the menu for him tonight. "Lead the way," Rottenpaw said, picking up the rabbit. He supposed it was kind for the other tom to let him off the hook if he delivered the rabbit, but his stomach was growling loudly as he followed the other tom from behind.
GidgetGalneverstarstar (This random WinterClan apprentice is being brought into SummerClan camp with a rabbit, but Fabledflame doesn't realize he's not a SummerClan apprentice. He's also visibly abused, but Fabledflame is too far away to notice it yet/ has his back turned from presumably leading the way)
