Repeat Offender (open)

A light brown form moved amongst the trees, slithering through the shadows silently and unnoticed. It was no doubt that the steps made were noiseless, for the shape was small and dainty. Scatter sunlight penetrated the canopy that overlapping trees made, making it easy to slip in and out of the shadows as needed. The form stuck to the shadows, obviously not wanting to be seen. It was moving quickly, legs almost bounding into a run. It was chasing something - no, someone.

Out in front of the off-white feline was a dark form, the color of a moonless night. It was no surprise that she, obviously a female, didnt care about hiding. She was running noisily and in the dappled sunlight. She was small, apprentice age, and reeked of Windclan. The warrioress who followed behind her was Thunderclan, belonging to the clan on which territory she was on. She rolled her eyes at the silly apprentice. She was acting like she was being chased, but she didnt notice the small warrioress. Young and wild and free. Mouseflight remembered those days. She breathed in the scent of the apprentice once more, wanting to make sure she was definitely Windclan. With her doubts reassured, Mouse had no choice but to confront her. She was deep into territory that was not hers. And the warrioress doubt the apprentice realized the gravity of her actions.

When she saw the she-cat grab a low hanging branch, Mouse quickly followed suit. Only she scaled a different, larger oak tree. She climbed higher, and her experienced paws not missing a beat. They were in their element here, in the trees. She spent most of her time amongst the birds, wishing she could fly away. Fly to the heavens and look down upon the ants squirming in awe. That was her dream. But she had no time for dreams here. She had to focus. She found a branch that gave her access the apprentice's branch, and she switched over. She was a good three fox lengths up from the she-cat, but the Windclanner didnt seem to notice her. She laid down, her off-white body standing out against the dark brown branches. Her chocolate orbs stared down at the apprentice who seemed to be shouting out an imaginary figure.

It was then she chose to make her presence known, letting out a loud, but soft, purr. Her tail flicked slowly from side to side, showing amusement but not annoyance. Her ears perked, and her claws unsheathed. She couldn't afford to be caught off guard. You are a long way from home Windclanner. Her voice was soft and quiet, fitting her name. Perhaps you should be getting on back home, before a warrior more battle happy than me finds you. She wasn't scolding the she-cat in anyway, but her eyes bore down on the raven apprentice. It was then she noticed Blindpaw wandering on the ground, and she instantly jumped up on her branch. She made her way quickly down, landing quietly on the ground. And just what do you think you're doing out of camp, Blindpaw. I admire your bravery, but its not safe out here alone. Her voice was still soft and quiet, though her words her sharp. She looked at both apprentices, and rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how careless both of them were.

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