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[KingHarry]

The old path that wound its way through the forest was an odd one. Moorwhisker liked to follow it, his tail flicking from side to side as he walked along the ancient wood. Monsters used to travel along here, didn't they? Just like the dead ones at the gathering, he presumed. Seeing them rush through the forest must have been an amazing sight.

At the sound of a snapping twig, Moorwhisker froze. What was that? Not a prey animal - no, the sound was too loud for that to be likely. A bigger predator? The warrior carefully scented the air. No, another cat. He couldn't quite recognise the scent just yet, but it was familiar to him.

"Where are ye? Come oot!" Moorwhisker demanded in a low voice. "Donae make me hunt ye doun, ye foxheart!"

[Miss Tactical]

Mudpaw had ran off from Springfall. The tom had wanted to do some hunting practice and he wasn't in the mood. He was better than that. They Should have been looking for Badgers to chase off or something. Something useful. The large brown tabby tom had wandered this far and had picked up the scent of one of his clan mates. He wasn't familiar with the tom but knew he talked funny. He wrinkled his nose slightly continuing onward, hiding in the bushes. That was, until a twig snapped. He muttered under his breath as the tom seemed to have found him. He sighed before rolling his eyes and stepping out from his hiding spot. "Chill out. No need to get your whiskers in a bunch I'm hiding from Springfall." Why did he talk so funny?  Was it really that hard to talk normal? He found it difficult to understand him but shrugged it off. "If you don't mind I'm going to keep going this way...Springfall talks a lot...he's loud and I'm not in the mood to deal with such....such...THINGS!"  He mewed Sternly.

[KingHarry]

Ah, Mudpaw. Moorwhisker's tail twitched irritably as he observed the apprentice. What was he doing here, huh? He should be out with his mentor or, well, anywhere but bothering him.

"Leave ma whiskers oot o this, Mudpaw," growled Moorwhisker as he stalked after the other. Was it hypocritical that he was following him but also complaining about the presence of Mudpaw in his head? Probably. It wasn't his fault that the apprentice was walking around near him, though!

"Maybe ye shoud listen tae yer mentor, eh? Springfall probably wouldnae have tae talk sae much gin whit he wis sayin actually sunk intae thon tiny head o yours. Bet he's shoutin tae try an get ye tae actually hear him."

[Miss Tactical]

Mudpaw snorted keeping a fast pace. He had no idea what gibberish the tom was rolling on about so instead he shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care. Moorwhisker was hard to understand and he wasn't the only one who thought so. Probably why most didn't bother. It would be hard to hold up any type of conversation with him. "Springfall whoosit whatsit?" He finally mewed. He had an attitude but he honestly didn't understand what he was saying. He curled his lip in annoyance before stopping suddenly. "Look....Springfall doesn't know what's important. Hunting may feed the clan, but my claws will save lives one day. THAT is what is important, and I will hang around when he gets that through his head...plus Springfall talks a lot in general not just to me." Mudpaw huffed. What did this tom know anyways? He wasn't clan born like the rest of them were. He was a rogue that Ivyclan happened to take in. Big deal.