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Wildpath looked at her paws. She heard a small rustle. Her ears pricked, her green eyes scanning the area. Then she saw it. A tiny mouse, it's heartbeat ringing in her ears. She open her mouth ever so slightly, to let herself sniff it. She lifted her weight onto her haunches, and waited... And waited... And waited, 'till it came closer. Then it pricked it's ears, it's beady eyes glaring into hers. Wildpath darely breathed. It had seen her, now it was running. Not much chance for it now, Wildpath thought. She sprinted after it, then pounced. Her hunting technique was unique. She happily thought about this while she pounced, her graceful body curved, her claws un-sheathed, the joy of a catch.
That was the only problem. She rarely did catch anything, and when she did it was very little. She wasn't a good hunter; she felt sad about this. She was really a ThunderClan kit, but as an apprentice she never caught anything and was rejected from becoming a ThunderClan warrior. Shebecame a loner, but soon found ShadowClan a welcoming place, a place for a troubled warrior, a place where she, Wildpath, could call home. She found everyone welcoming when she first found them, but soon realized that they, too, also wanted her to be a better warrior. And that was what she was going to do.

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Wildpath looked at her paws. She heard a small rustle. Her ears pricked, her green eyes scanning the area. Then she saw it. A tiny mouse, it's heartbeat ringing in her ears. She open her mouth ever so slightly, to let herself sniff it. She lifted her weight onto her haunches, and waited... And waited... And waited, 'till it came closer. Then it pricked it's ears, it's beady eyes glaring into hers. Wildpath darely breathed. It had seen her, now it was running. Not much chance for it now, Wildpath thought. She sprinted after it, then pounced. Her hunting technique was unique. She happily thought about this while she pounced, her graceful body curved, her claws un-sheathed, the joy of a catch.
That was the only problem. She rarely did catch anything, and when she did it was very little. She wasn't a good hunter; she felt sad about this. She was really a ThunderClan kit, but as an apprentice she never caught anything and was rejected from becoming a ThunderClan warrior. Shebecame a loner, but soon found ShadowClan a welcoming place, a place for a troubled warrior, a place where she, Wildpath, could call home. She found everyone welcoming when she first found them, but soon realized that they, too, also wanted her to be a better warrior. And that was what she was going to do.