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The young tom had been fought viciously at every turn of his apprenticeship, faced with impossible odds and competition from his fellow apprentices. Every time he caught a mouse, they caught two rabbits; when he learned how to leap at their backs, they used their heavier weight to crush him. The animosity between him and his fellow trainees existed partially in his mind - others might claim they were all trying their best, and he was merely blaming everyone else for his struggles - but Ravenpaw's existence was narrowing down to a simple binary. It was him versus them, he would only succeed by proving he was the strongest of all, and they were too weak.
The dark tom lived in isolation now. Like a dark shadow, he wove soft-pawed beneath the trees, his head lowered and nostrils flaring as he hunted down his prey. The leaves rustled nearby him as another cat passed by, and a sudden flood of anger flowed over the tense tom, as his heart quickened with fear. His paws planted and Ravenpaw spun around, his long white fangs bared.
There was a scurry in the shivering ferns, then silence, a pair of totally not suspicious eyes suddenly peering out at Ravenpaw. They were stark against her camouflage, the crimson and rust of leaf-fall. Had he been less involved in his own choler, he might have noticed the obvious signs of being stalked...especially considering how his stalker knew next to nothing about stealth. She managed to step on almost every leaf underfoot (definitely not because she got distracted every few steps and swatted at any that were moving in the wind) and she did little to smother down her giggles. It was a stroke of luck that Raggedkit had even been paying attention long enough to see Ravenpaw stop and spin, jarring to a halt right before her nose breached the cover of nature. She hunkered down low, certain that her presence was unknown.
Ravenpaw sniffed deeply as he stepped forward and plunged his muzzle into the clump of undergrowth, searching for the other cat. They didn't call out, so he knew they must not be a clanmate, or at least not a friendly one. His muzzle passed through right next to the kitten, and his eyes flashed to the side as he finally caught a glimpse of her fur.
A growl crept up his throat and he lunged at Raggedkit, his claws barely sheathed.
"AHHHHHH!" The glint of claws and the hot breath of a would-be murderer were the only things Raggedkit could register now, her previous mirth fleeting. She hunkered low and threw her paws up over her head, shivering as though a leaf twirled by a breeze, but unfortunately for her she could not just float away from her present circumstances the way a leaf could detach from the trees. "I'msorryIfollowedyouPleasedontkillme!"
Ravenpaw struck her hard. His jaws caught her throat as he threw her to the ground and held her there growling. Her pleading irked him and he had to restrain himself from crunching down. His muzzle dragged up to her ear and he snarled, “never creep up on me again” before he backed away from her. And waited, glaring. “You should be in camp.”
