snooping isn't the healthiest habit [o]

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Stonepaw had only been an apprentice for a short while, but he already felt like taking advantage of his new circumstances. After spending a night in the apprentice den, he stretched and was ready to escape the camp. He looked around for Patchclaw, but noticed the deputy was still resting (as he woke up plenty early - the sun was barely peaking over the horizon). Not wishing to wait any longer, Stonepaw decided to take matters into his own hands. After all, he was an apprentice now! The young apprentice quickly left the campsite, careful not to alert the few who had woken up as early as he. He had never been allowed out of camp and into the territory before, and it fascinated him. There were so many scents around him that he felt overwhelmed at first, but this feeling soon died down. The young apprentice made his way through the territory, cautiously albeit. Soon he appeared at the abandoned farm. He had never seen anything quite like it, and was clearly puzzled by the structure. There were many scents around it, but none that were familiar. Without another logical thought, he approached the building and wandered inside, senses alert. As he approached an old horses' stall, he heard a loud CLANG noise, making his fur stand on end. His eyes gazed around, wide as ever, to see what could have made such a noise.

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Patchclaw watched her apprentice quietly as he padded through the plains and came onto Barleys farm. She chuckled and followed him throught the abandoned farm, this twas Stonekits second test, Patchclaw and any other good mentor knows, that if the metor isn't awake, then your apprentice wanders and Patchclaw chuckled once more at the thought, wondering how she should terrorize the apprentice, to see what he would do in a situation. She padded quickly, and, staying ahead, ran into the barn, "Barley," She whispered as she saw the mass of fur that was of Barley but he made no movement so she continued.

After searching for somtihng to scare the apprentice with, she finally came a cross a long stick with flat steel at the end of it. 'Perfect' she thuoght as she noticed a old steel twoleg plate from a monster all dusty.

As Stonekit strode by the barn door, she flipped the twoleg thing onto the steel, making a large clanging and she watched with much humor as the apprentice fluffed up and then, she leaped onto the apprentice, claws sheathed, and whispered "who dare disturb the sleeping death herself!" and batted the apprentice with her paws against the barn door, no escape! 'Now Stonekit, what are you to do?' she thought. Although she had no intention of hurting the apprentice, she was sure to have a good laugh with Stonekit,

When she'd let the apprentice win.

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Stonepaw's fur stood on end as he heard a hissing sound coming from a strange cat (or at least he hoped it as a cat). He let out a piercing yowl as he scrambled away from the noise, slipping on wooden boards and strange metal objects as he attempted to race toward the top of the barn. What he would find at the top, he didn't know, but he assumed it would be safer than being on the ground. This, of course, didn't work out for him. Before he knew it, the furball had attached itself to him and felt battering from its paws (of course, he wasn't in the right mindset to realize the animal's claws weren't even out). He moved around blindly, finally slinking through the cat's grasp due to his small size and ran for a sheltered piece of wood. Stonepaw let out a hiss as he turned to face his accuser. Something clicked. This cat, despite the darkness in the barn, looked and smelled familiar. With another hiss, he came out of the enclosure and looked her straight in the eyes. "That wasn't funny," he complained, looking up at Patchclaw. His eyes avoided her a moment later, face showing annoyance at the little trick.

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