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Tom | Apprentice | 10 moons
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It was the last thing Emberpaw needed to do to ensure others believed he was loyal to BloodClan. Venomheart had become a warrior at a young age he saw no reason why he himself couldn't do the same. All he needed was a collar. As Emberpaw thought more and more about it he become less confident of his abilities to actually take the life of a kitty-pet. He was still a ThunderClanner at heart, at that part of him desired to help others rather than hurt them. He made his way though the city. Eyes scanning for a potential target. He needed a collar one way or another. His eyes caught sight of a Tuxedo kitty-pet with a grey-collar, lounging in a yard through the crevices of a fence. Emberpaws eyes narrowed and his ears flattened. He could hardly believe he was actually going to do this. He leaped over the fence. The sleeping kitty-pet unaware of the intruder inside his yard. Emberpaw darted to the kitty-pets side, unsheathing his claws and pressing them against the kitty-pets neck while holding his side down with his other massive paw. The kitty-pet suddenly jolted awake. "Give me your collar, now!"
Emberpaw hissed threateningly. The kitty-pet was stunned, stammering over questions but Emberpaw sent a claw ranking down the side of his face to shut him up. He yanked the collar over the kittypets head, it collected the fresh blood from the kitty-pets new wounds.
The back entrance to the two-leg nest suddenly opened and out ran a enraged two-leg. Emberpaw released the kitty-pet, taking the bloodied collar in his jaws before sprinting out of the yard and back in the direction of BloodClan.
His pace began to slow as the streets became more familiar and he spotted the pet-store up ahead. He scanned the pet-store for Ivy, finding her nowhere in-sight, instead, opting for the second in command Venomheart. He approached the she-cat dropping the collar at his paws. "Emberblade."
Was all he said. He knew Venomheart wasn't fond of the tradition and he wondered vaguely if he should tell her the truth. Would she understand?@Venomheart
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