<sup>Acidpaw padded through BrokenClan territory in search for prey. It seemed that these days, there was no prey at all. That was why Vilestar let them go hunt in the Dump. The Dump wasn't so bad. It was actually a pretty good source for food. Of course, he probably just thought that because he worshiped Vilestar. With a flick of his tail, Acidpaw pondered about going there. His stomach was so empty as it was, but it was going to get dark eventually, and Acidpaw didn't want to be caught in the dark in that place with all of those beady eyes watching your every movement. "Rats." The apprentice hissed.
A cold breeze blew by, ruffling his black fur the wrong way. The apprentice stiffened, waiting for it to pass. As the wind died down, Acidpaw glanced around. He was near the edge of BrokenClan territory, where it connected to Fourtrees. Maybe he could find a decent catch in Fourtrees! The idea had never occured to him before, and he happily twitched his ears.
Shrugging, the tom made his way down the slight slope and stopped on the ridge that stood above the clearing. He saw the four towering trees standing tall, their branches beginning to sway violently in another gust of wind. This time, the air brought a scent along with it. It was the scent of RainClan. Was there a RainClan cat nearby? "Great. Just what I need. Something to spoil my meal." He muttered crossly, then swiveled his head to the right, in search of the cat. When he spotted no one, Acidpaw decided to try and find them.
Slowly, the cat began padding to the right, fighting against the icy wind. The scent became stronger, so the cat called out. "Hello? I know you're there, so show yourself!" He puffed out his fur and bared his teeth, waiting for some cat to jump out an challange him.


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^{Acidpaw crept closer and snuck around the undergrowth. He heard some murmruing, but couldn't make out the words against the harsh wind. A few heartbeats went by, then a cat appeared out of nowhere. The cat didn't look very large, so Acidpaw guessed that it was an apprentice. He remembered seeing her at a Gathering or two, but couldn't remember her name. It was something like.. Weatherpaw? Or Winterpaw? Whatever. It started with a 'W'. He thought with a shrug.
The fur on his neck immediately began to flatten against his pelt. This cat was no threat to him. He guessed that if they were to get into a brawl, that he might be able to defeat her. But who knows. "Who are you?" He heard the she-cat ask. He decided that it wouldn't really matter if he told her his name, but he was rather curious about hers. "My name's Acidpaw." He spat defensively. He kneaded the ground with his claws and raked his gaze across the cat's fur. As he was about to ask her name, she added something to her question. She seemed to be stuttering a bit. Maybe nervous.
Acidpaw stepped closer, a few mouse-lengths away from her. He slowly began to circle the cat, looking her up and down. "I never accused you of entering BrokenClan territory, now did I?" He challenged, watching her closely. "But you seem... nervous. Guilty of something perhaps? Quite skittish." He evaluated, then noticed her watching him as well. He tried puffing out his fur again, to maybe appear less scrawny than he really was. But it was just the fact that he didn't eat much. His muscles were still there, though they weren't at their full strength. They could still do the job though.
Acidpaw flicked his tail and padded closer to the cat, his nose only a mouse-length away from hers. "Is there something that you'd like to say, Wi.. Witheringpaw?" He challenged, suddenly remembering her name.}