BASILPAW
Ever since she'd left her family in Shadowclan and returned to her birth clan, Basilpaw had been doing her best to prove herself as a true Thunderclan cat. Whilst she didn't agree entirely with Hawkstar at the best of times, it was her clanmates who encouraged her entirely to come back, and she felt at home among the oak trees of Thunderclan instead of among the pines of Shadowclan. At first, before she got assigned a mentor, the tart she-cat had spent her days helping Bunnyskip and the queens with keeping the clan in order. It seemed that the younger apprentice was a hard-working she-cat even from when she had been a kit in the nursery, much preferring organisation and delegating tasks and being useful as opposed to playing. There had been time for learning once she was an apprentice, but she had been determined to get a head-start.
Once she had become Icewing's apprentice, Basilpaw had thrived under her guidance. Icewing was the mentor she could have only dreamed of. The two she-cats meshed so well that it was hard to think that she had only within the last moon been taken on as the icy blue molly's apprentice. Basilpaw had headed out early that morning, as she often did, with the aim of getting in some early exploration and renewing and solidifying her knowledge of Thunderclan's territory. It had never gone badly, until today. First, the stench of rotten fresh-kill had hit her nose, causing her to gag.
Despite the stench, Basilpaw knew she had to figure out what was going on before another cat came out here and wandered into something bad. What she didn't take into account, however, was walking right into the path of a small twoleg dog. Its rank breath seemed to be partially what she could smell, with the remains of a rotten fresh-kill pile hidden in a badly-dug hole right beside the river. This twoleg dog was dirty, and seemed tired and defensive from presumably, being lost without its twolegs... and it clearly had no respect for its prey. It just left the rest of it there to rot.
Basilpaw knew it had to go, but before she had a chance to turn and head back to find a patrol, the young she-cat saw the dog lunge forward, and instinctively she jumped backwards. However, in doing so, she felt something snare her back paw. A twoleg trap, clearly aiming to catch this dog. Her claws unsheathed, and fear-scent hit her nose, and she was aware it was her own. The dog loomed, and Basilpaw swallowed. She was going to have to fight. Her eyes narrowed, and she let out a yowl.
BASILPAW
"Icewing!" Basilpaw was... surprised to see her mentor, taking a couple moments to quite... react to what had happened. But she quickly follows her mentor suit, her sleek calico fur spiking up in all directions, her back arching and her tail bushing up as she glared at the dog. The dog lunged, but Basilpaw was faster, her lanky build making it easier for her to dive between the dog's paws, using her hindlegs to kick upward, knocking it to one side. The dog let out a yelp as sharp claws pierced its matted hide, but Basilpaw didn't give in, following the dog and hooking her front claws into its pelt and ripping.
"I'm not going to be an easy meal!" Basilpaw hissed through bared fangs. "Not for a crow-food eating dog!" It was clear that the apprentice had some technical mishaps in how she attacked, but it was to be expected with her age. But what she lacked in skill, she easily made up for with agility and confidence. She had to live to see her family again, and to return to her clanmates. Whilst terror surged in her bones, she swallowed it down and focused on fighting her opponent with the skill of a warrior.
Icewing quickly padded through the forest, head held high as she scented the area. On the outside she appeared cool and calm, but inside, her mind was racing. Where in the world was Basilpaw?! Her first apprentice and she'd already lost her! It had only been a moon! Finally, though, she managed to pick up the young she-cat's scent, and off she ran, hoping that nothing bad had happened to her. If Basilpaw was alright, she was going to get a serious talking-to about leaving camp by herself. It was too dangerous for a cat her age to be out alone.
Then she heard the yowl. Basilpaw's yowl.
Heart racing, the blue she-cat began running faster. As she arrived on the scene, the scent of rot was almost enough to take her breath away. Her head whipped around, and her heart sank when she spotted a familiar calico pelt being loomed over by a dog. That dog was not going to hurt Basilpaw. Not while she was around.
It charged for Basilpaw, but Icewing was faster. She barreled into it's side, letting out a ferocious caterwaul as she knocked the foul-breathed creature away. "Stay away from her!" The icy warrior snarled, her long, regal fur puffing up in anger. It made her look a lot bigger than she really was. The dog had been caught of guard and a bit winded by Icewing knocking it over, but it quickly scrambled to its paws, growling as it sized the warrior up. Icewing wasn't intimidated and continued to stand her ground, even as the dog lunged again, clearly enraged by the she-cat's interference.