FuzzWarriors 10

Fuzzypelt closed her eyes and sniffed. The scent of the fox was fresh. She must be cautious, for a fox could attack when angered. Creeping carefully through the yellow-green grass wasn't easy, because one tiny rustle could alert her prey. Suddenly the fox scent grew much stronger. Fuzzypelt pinpointed the smell to a nest. A peacefully sleeping grey fox was rudely awakened by her yowling. Yipping, it faced her to attack. Growling with ears folded against her body, her warrior strength flowed into her. Pouncing lightly, she turned over in the air and landed square on the fox's back. The angry fox shook her furiously, and unsheathed it's malicious looking claws to do damage. Aware of the danger, she launched off of her quarry and sat back to get ready for an attack. Strangely, though, the fox, with a frightened look in it's eyes, scampered away out of River Clan territory. Fuzzypelt chased it furiously, yowling a warning, but the fox had no intention of turning back.

"Well done, Badgerpaw! encouragement from all over the clan as Badgerpaw dragged a huge fish into camp.

"Look at Badgerpaw, that young apprentice! He looks promising on his journey to become a warrior!" the elders whispered among themselves. Proud of his catch, he strutted up to Brakentail. Worry filled his heart when he saw Brakentail's eyes.

"Where's Fuzzypelt?" he mewed quietly.

Sighing, Brakentail mewed, "She went on a mission to hunt for the fox that two of our apprentices encountered."

She turned away, and as in deep thought, walked into the warriors den. Wishing he could follow, Badgerpaw padded into the apprentices den and sat thoughtfully in the dark shade of the stones. Fuzzypelt was strong, but could she defeat an angry fox?