"Finders keepers, cripple!"
Um so I hope this isn't late or something
Anyway this is for the plainesclan/cloverclan prey thingy :3 Lousepad was selected to be stealing prey
//Lil story Lousepad had been hunting since sun-high, and it was obvious there wasn't a scrap of prey left in this part of the territory. Well, he could go back to camp and join another patrol, to another part of their land, but that was so much effort. And besides... he could smell something much more tempting coming from the CloverClan border. He scented the air again - rabbit. And it was alive.
Dropping to a crouch, he stalked through the undergrowth, crossing the border markers as if they weren't there. he heard a rustle in some bushes up ahead - there was the rabbit.
Licking his lips, Lousepad prepared to spring... But another cat got there first.
A ginger and white tom - an apprentice by his size - dropped from the trees above. Lousepad hissed in shock.
That was mine! His lip curled in resentment as he realised the cat had a rather disfigured face; half of it was scarred. In his opinion, ugly and crippled cats didn't have a right to hunt. Or live.
The apprentice looked pleased at his catch, and began dragging it towards a small clearing - probably the training place. Lousepad growled softly, and on impulse decided to follow.
The scarred tom had a small pile of prey by his paws; probably a day's work. Well, it wouldn't be his for long.
I deserve to have that prey! I'm stronger, I need it more!</i> With a snarl, Lousepad dashed into the clearing as soon as the tom had wandered off to sniff out some more prey. Quickly he grabbed a plump rabbit and a mouse, then proceeded to charge out of the clearing towards his border, exhilarated.
"HEY! THAT'S MINE! THIEF!"
Lousepad heard the apprentice's yowls of anger, but what he didn't expect was to be clawed across his flank. The apprentice had caught up, outrage in his eyes. "Give it back!"
Lousepad snorted. "Not likely, cripple! I'm healthy - so I need it more. Now go back to the medicine den." He spun round, but as swipe over the ear made him turn, snarling. He slashed at the cripple with his claws a few times, to teach him a lesson, then ran back towards his land. He sneered, knowing the young tom would probably be too embarrassed to mention the encounter - meaning Lousepad was safe. He'd be doing that again.
I hope this is okay ^.^
Lousepad + Russetpaw (c) Me