Mystery

      Featherpaw peeped open an eye as silver shafts of light entered the Apprentice den. She felt Talonpaw sprawled out beside her and growled softly to herself. Did he always have to take up half the den? It was a small bush already, the ginger tom didn't need to help that. The gray tabby she-cat got up out of the den, stretching out. The moon was full and washed over Featherpaw with a silver glow. She padded out into the woods. Snakefang was busy out with a Warrior training session so she had time to herself.
      The woods were quiet despite the fact that cats stirred within. Everyone had gotten good at moving through the undergrowth, especially Featherpaw. She twisted under ferns and through bracken silently. She was immediately alerted when there was a loud crackling. Featherpaw froze, the fur along her shoulders beginning to bristle. What do I do? Is it a badger? Fox? Rouge? If she was back with her housefolk the gray Apprentice would have retreated to their den and curled up with the female two-leg to be petted, but she was training to be a Warrior now.
       Featherpaw headed toward the noise, using every stealth tactic she had been taught. As she broke through a clump of ferns, she saw it. A peppery white she-cat with faded stripes was struggling to get through the thick undergrowth. A trespasser! Featherpaw unsheathed her claws. She scented the air carefully. No one else was around. This was her opportunity to prove she was just as good as any other cat in Twilightclan. She would show this intruder that she was on the wrong side of the border. Snakefang would be so proud.

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