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[h2] WillowClan Territory [/h2]

[i] interacting with: [@savannahssu]’s Sunfur, [@PrankFox]’s Stormheart [/i]
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To say Spidernose was afraid was perhaps a bit of an understatement, in truth she was more like [i]terrified[/i]. Stormheart’s caution hadn’t gone unnoticed, and it gave his fellow hunter the bit of courage she needed to not chicken out and turn back then and there. She may be frightened, yes, but she was also determined, as a warrior of WillowClan she had to do everything in her power to ensure that she both fought [i]and[/i] hunted to keep her Clanmates fed. Even if that meant going along with mouse-brained, dangerous plans like this. The brown-and-cream she-cat’s tail bushed out as she did her best to scrabble up the length of the tree trunk, and remained stood on end, although tucked against her body so as to not alert the potential prey in the nests, as she finally reached the branch Sunfur had indicated.

She didn’t dare look down.

StarClan knew how high it was, but Spidernose was certain if she was to glance towards the ground, that the only reason she would see it at all was because it was leafbare and the trees lacked their own foliage. She doubted it would be visible in greenleaf. [i][color=f9ad81]Oh, StarClan please, please don’t let me fall…[/color][/i] she prayed, hoping their ancestors would hear and take pity on her. Her eyes wide, she gripped tightly onto the branch beneath her with her claws to give herself a more secure footing, and squinted downwards to wait for some sort of signal from Sunfur that it was time to scare the birds.

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[h2]WillowClan Camp [/h2]

[i]interacting with: [@PrankFox]’s Duskwing, [@Shadow Dragon]’s Blackpelt [/i]
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Frogkit’s cheeks puffed out grumpily as the medicine cat continued to scold her, and the kit let out a very overdramatic huff through her mouth, rolling her eyes up towards the sky before they met the black tom’s again and she muttered sulkily. [b][color=548F66]“Well maybe if you told me which ones that was meant to be, I wouldn’t touch ‘em then. Cause I’d know not to!”[/color][/b] StarClan above, save the entirety of WillowClan from this kit’s curiosity. Some part of Frogkit knew deep down, however, that messing around in Blackpelt’s herb store while he was out of camp was bad. But how else was she supposed to see what it was like? He [i]never[/i] let any other cat go in there, if she tried asking him before he simply shoo’ed her away like she was some sort of annoyance. 

She only wanted to learn! Her tail had continued to lash, as the medicine cat’s tone did not seem to be helping calm her down in any way, but thankfully when Duskwing spoke, her ears did prick up and she quickly turned away from Blackpelt to face the warrior instead. The angry glint in her kit-blue eyes seemed to die down, then, and she looked down at the ground, suddenly more apologetic as Frogkit mumbled a soft: [b][color=548F66]“Oh. I just wanted to see ‘em, honest, I didn’t mean to mess ‘em up.”[/color][/b] 

Frogkit shuffled her paws to and fro for a few moments, and then finally looked back to the medicine cat, and though her apology was hesitant, it was no less genuine-sounding. [b][color=548F66]“Sorry, Blackpelt...I won’t do it again.”[/color][/b]