[ti]Private[/ti]The Tail Murderer Strikes Again

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The grey cat, only the size of a large apprentice, snuck up on his target. His paws move swiftly but silently, his crouch honed by his former mentor’s advice and moons of practice. The warrior moves closer to his unsuspecting target, finding this hunt to be much easier than he expected.
Finally, once he is close enough, Shadowgaze pounces. He lands perfectly, his front paws pinning down the wriggling tail in front of him. What, you thought just because he got his warrior name he would stop pouncing on tails? Oh, no sir, you must not know Shadowgaze at all.

He keeps the wriggling tail trapped beneath him for only a moment before he springs backwards to avoid backlash, a maneuver he perfected after moons of dodging grumpy elders’ swipes. And the large blue-grey warrior in front of him was far more dangerous than an elder… but his mentor taught him a special battle tactic just for this occasion. Shadowgaze doesn’t allow the enemy warrior any time to recover and instead springs at Dadfur again, this time aiming to land atop Dadfur’s shoulders. Owlstar’s advice had been go for the tackle next time, but Shadowgaze has a feeling that tackling isn’t his strong suit. Hopping astride his noble steed and allowing Dadfur to carry him into the sunset is much more Shadow’s style.

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Rainfur hadn't noticed Shadowgaze's approach at all. The blue-gray warrior had been too immersed in his thoughts as he rested on his side, enjoying the warm weather that had started rolling in with newleaf. Surprisingly, Rainfur hadn't found a lot of time to relax recently- rather, Owlstar's influence had truly started rubbing off on the warrior. With his kits no longer around to keep him company, Rainfur had taken to joining any patrol he could, and he had even joined in on a few training sessions in order to hone his fighting skills. Indeed, his afternoon naps had become something Rainfur truly deserved. Never before had the warrior felt so accomplished! Nothing in the world could dampen Rainfur's mood right now.

But... that didn't stop Shadowgaze from trying.

Rainfur's eyelids snapped open as sharp teeth and claws found his poor tail, and he let out a yelp as he jumped to his paws, painfully ripping the appendage out of Shadowgaze's grasp. Then, before Rainfur could whirl around to face his attacker, something heavy landed on his shoulders, causing the warrior to stumble as he was knocked off-balance.

Rainfur steadied himself, letting out a sigh at the familiar weight. "My dear, darling Shadowgaze, could you be a bit gentler with your poor father?" Despite his weariness, Rainfur's mouth curled up into a grin. He was always happy to see his kits, even if they sometimes tested his patience. "I don't think my back will hold up if you keep greeting me this way."

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You would think that Rainfur would have gotten used to this kind of greeting and would no longer be scared out of his wits when his tail is grabbed since, ya know, this happens quite often with Shadowgaze around. Seems like Rainfur never learns.

As Rainfur recognizes who the greeting is coming from, Shadowgaze slides off Dadfur’s back and onto his paws. “I’m not thaat heavy, Dad.” Of course, despite being much smaller than most adult cats, he still is large enough that most warriors don’t want him riding on their backs. “And you haven’t ever fallen over unless Owlstar helps me. Not once. Besides, how else would I greet you?” The smaller tom smiles innocently, using the same kitten eyed expression that had gotten him out of so much trouble. No one could possibly be angry with such a sweet child now could they? Not that Shadow thought he was in trouble.

The small grey tom gently rubs against Rain’s side, as if saying he’s sorry. Which he’s not. Shadow lets out a purr too, saying that he’s happy to see Rain, even if he is a tad rough with his dear old dad.