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Bolt

His whole body stung and ached, and the large gash on his neck was still bleeding slightly. It had dried a little, and he was moving his head as little as possible. Bolt clenched his teeth, and kept moving onwards. The scent of Skittle and Drake was no longer with him, so he knew they had split up.

The tiny black cat suddenly caught a whiff of another scent beyond the vast assortment of smells. It seemed to be everywhere--the trees, bushes, grass. He hadn't been paying too much attention to his surroundings. Thinking back, he realized that it had just...appeared. It was as though he had crossed an invisible line. Maybe I did. The thought filled him with fresh determination, and a goal. It must be the warriors Ravenswift had talked about. The wild cats. I'm going the right way! Bolt's different colored eyes glinted. I'm halfway there.

His euphoria soon ebbed, and the young cat heard his stomach growl loudly. The battle and wounds had taken more out of him than just blood and fur. Bolt let out a sigh, but there wasn't a trace of giving up. Maybe they'll find me...Ravenswift did say there was a lot. And I'm on their land--they'll have to notice me sometime...I hope soon... It was the first time since the other cat had injured him so severely that he didn't remember her without suddenly having thoughts filled with revenge.

Small as he was, Bolt wasn't one to forget a grudge...but right now, finding the other wild cats was more important. Except I'm still wearing that collar! Eyes narrowing, he kept going. I'll get it off someday... Shaking his head, Bolt trudged onwards. His progress had slowed, and there wasn't many options he could choose from. Rest was the best out of the two--keep moving, or stop for a while.

Bolt sank to the ground, paws stretched out in front of him. Heaving a deep breath, he closed his eyes and laid his head on his paws. A little rest won't hurt...

[M y s t i c p a w]

Lightfeather wandered around Sunclan Territory, searching for something to eat. She saw an injured cat in the road and rushed over to it. "WHY ARE YOU ON SUNCLAN TERRITORY?" Lightfeather hissed. She then saw the collar around its nech. She hissed at it one more time, hoping to get its attention.

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Bolt

His eyes snapped open at the sharp voice, startled. The tiny black tom looked up, bleary-eyed, to face the cat who had just spoke. The scent of the whole terrain was especially strong around her. She's a forest cat! Bolt struggled to his paws despite his muscle's complaints. His neck and other wounds still hurt, but he ignored it, hunger and injuries momentarily forgotten. Then he registered her question. So I'm on SunClan territory. "You're a SunClan warrior," Bolt blurted out before he could stop himself. "I'm Bolt."

Spiritflare

The light ginger tom raced through the territory, light blue eyes alert as they surveyed the forest. The day seemed right for a run through his clan's land, and so far the air held no traces of anything that didn't belong. Just then, a voice cut into his thoughts. Spiritflare quickly stopped, and faced the direction. He was upwind. But something wasn't right. He hurried over, and saw Lightfeather and another cat there. The intruder was covered in cuts and blood, especially around his neck, where a thin blue collar was. "Kittypet, what are you doing here?"he asked, his voice more curious than angry.

[Smokey]

XxInkheartxX

Inkheart trailed through the woods, and quickly picked up the scent of cats. She detected Lightfeather and Spiritflare...but there was an unknown cat. On my territory?! I'll shred it to bits! she was hissing inside her head. Finally she reached the scene. A kittypet intruder. He looked beat up. The black she-cat's eyes glittered in the light. "What's this?" she snorted.

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Bolt

He looked at the new cats who had just shown up. "I-I'm Bolt. I used to be a kittypet. But I want to join SunClan," he explained, flustered. His red and blue eyes gazed at them, hoping he could.

[M y s t i c p a w]

"Well, he looks like he could take a beating. Im thinking he should be able see the leader. After the Medicine Cat sees him, that is. His wounds are big." said Lightfeather, calmed down now that she realized he wasnt a cat from another territory.

[Smokey]

Inkheart

"Very well said, Lightfeather." Inkheart agreed totally, and looked at the wounds the kittypet had. He certainly can take a beating... The words echoed through her head. Her purple eyes flickered to the deputy. "Should we take him, Spiritflare?"

OOC:// I POSTED THIS AT SCHOOL! =D

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Spiritflare

The young warrior looked hard at Bolt. The kittypet was tiny, but he decided he was around 6-moons old, and about ready to be made an apprentice if he was allowed into the clan. The other two cats were right--the black tom was covered in various cuts and other open wounds, including the gash in his neck. "I do believe that he should speak with Morningstar," Spiritflare began. "But even if she decides he should not join the clan, we should take him to Birdsong before anything." He was no medicine cat, but the wound seemed severe enough.

Bolt

Morningstar? Birdsong? Who are they? he wondered. "Great!" he mewed, though his voice seemed less excited than he wanted it to. It was a bit raspy, but he knew it would get better eventually. As for becoming a part of this clan of warrior cats, he was closer than ever.

[Smokey]

"Alright," Inkheart mewed. She let her eyes lay on the kittypet for a moment. "Let's get this scrap to Birdsong. Can you manage?" she asked.

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Bolt

He nodded, and staggered to his paws, eager to see where they lived. Bolt grit his teeth as he shifted his head, but didn't show it.


Spiritflare

"Good. Let's get going then," Spiritflare mewed, flicking his ears towards Lightfeather and Inkheart. It wasn't up to him if a cat could join the clan, but so far the small kittypet's endurance seemed impressive.