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Posted February 22, 2013
Chapter 5 "The BloodClan cats want to claim the forest as their new territory," Ashblaze explained to Tanstar. Oakpaw felt a twitch of compel in his paws. The dark ginger apprentice sprang to his paws. "We can't let that happen!" he yowled. "Silence, Oakpaw," the ThunderClan leader meowed. Oakpaw felt his pelt grow hot with fury. "They can't just take over like that," he muttered hotly under his breath, pelt still burning in rage. Tanstar leaped on the Highrock. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting!" the ThunderClan leader yowled. Sandfoot, Pigeonflight, Hazelstep, Duskstripe, Whitepaw, Patchpaw, Darkpaw, Bluepelt, Gorsewhisker, Rockheart, Grasstail, Oakpaw, Ashblaze, and the other cats gathered beneath the Highrock, eyes locked on Tanstar. "Cats of ThunderClan," she meowed, "Scourge and BloodClan are out to claim our territory. We must defend it with all our heart. But we must be prepared. BloodClan could raid our camp any second. That's why we're going to Twolegplace for the night. The fire has burnt our camp, and it may have scared the prey off as well. However, in Twolegplace, there shall be more prey. That is why we shall stay there for the night. Until then, Pigeonflight, I would like you to lead a patrol. Take Oakpaw and Sandfoot with you." Pigeonflight dipped his head. "Alright, then. Sandfoot, Oakpaw, come with me." The light gray tabby tom padded through the undergrowth. Oakpaw's mentor, Sandfoot, padded alongside her apprentice. "Now," she mewed, "we are going to learn how to catch a thrush." Hearing this made Oakpaw's paws burst with anticipation. Pigeonflight stopped to scent the air, making sure the wind was blowing directly on his face. He dropped into a hunting crouch, stalking forward. A thrush was perched on a tree branch, pecking at its feathers. Pigeonflight leaped into the air, claws scorching across it. He killed it with a swift bite to the throat. "See?" the ThunderClan deputy meowed. "That's how you catch a thrush." "Okay," Oakpaw meowed. He scented the air, making sure the wind was blowing in his face. He crouched down, pulling himself towards where he scented another thrush. Sure enough, the bird was pecking at the ground. Without warning, the dark ginger tom leaped, launching himself at the thrush. He pinned it down under his weight and killed it with a slash to the back of its neck. Mouthing a quick thanks to StarClan, he dragged the limp body over to a spot where he dug out a patch of earth and placed the thrush into it, patching it up with his hind paws. "Great catch, Oakppaw! You did it!" his mentor yowled in triumph. Oakpaw raised his head in pride.
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Posted January 14, 2012
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