Winter Kill's Poppy's In Summer

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The small and mute tortoiseshell apprentice was roaming around, her tail waving high in the air as she explored everything around her. She sniffed the air, spotting a small mouse and dropped into a hunting crouch, stalking forward until she pounced, landing on her prey as it attempted to scurry away. She sunk her teeth into it until it fell limp in her jaws, a purr rissing deep in her throat as she ate it. She could purr, yowl, and even mewl, but she could not talk. It was strange, she had tried to speak once to Sonicpaw, but all that came out was a small sqeauk. And it was in no way on purpose. A rustle sounded and her ears pricked at the slight noise, tensing her mucsles, yet laying still in the hay as she waited for whatever it was to come out.

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Winter walked out of the bushes. "Hey kitty, your in my territory. You better split before I claw your eyes out." growled Winter aggressively.

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Poppypaw raised an eyebrow. His territory? The barn belonged to everyone and everything. Not him. She hmphed and turned her head, sticking her nose in the air to show him that she didn't care. How dare he speak to a handicapped cat like that. She would teach him a lesson if she had to, she was almost a warrior after all. She could beat him. She continued to eat her mouse, not paying attention to the tom at the barn entrance.

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Winter realized with a jolt that the she-cat was mute. His gaze softened and he purred silkily "Hey, sorry for what I said. Hunt as long as you want, kitty." Winter gave her a lopsidec grin and mewed "So what's a cat as pretty as yourself doing in a place like this?"

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Poppypaw's amber eyes didn't soften but a bit and she looked around her finding the thing she was looking for. She padded over to the stalk of poppy's and pointed at them with her tail and then to her paw. She was getting tired of being called kitty. She was not a kittypet. Then, for his question, she flicked her tail to the mouse she had been eating, though she knew it was against the warrior code to hunt for herself first, she knew that clan was well fed. She scratched behind her ear with her black hind leg and waited for him to figure out her name.

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"Mmm.. Poppypaw, eh?" purred Winter amusedly. "That was quite a nice catch you got there. I'd bet my whiskers that you'll turn into a fine warrior." mewed Winter kindly. Winter wondered why he was being so nice all of a sudden. Oh well.

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Though she was still a bit uncomfortable with him around, she dipped her head and flicked her tail with thanks. There was going to be little talk during this conversation, a that was mostly her fault. The fight with Deathfire and her mother Moonfrost a few days before she was born had caused her to become wounded while safe inside her mother, her lungs not allowing her to speak. It was as though she had a struck throat or something, but she got along fine with conversation's all the time. Perhaphs he could tell her about himself. She flicked her ears as she scarfed down the last bit of mouse, and sat up, washing herself.

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OOC: I honestly have no idea what to post now.

"I know I'm not your mentor, but let's see your fighting skills." mewed Winter. "See if you can beat me." purred Winter. "Now, attack me." he said, suddenly serious, as his amber eyes locked onto Poppypaw's.