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Yay! here's my entry for the contest on the scene I chose to draw was the one where firepaw meets Yellowfang.

I'm glad I was able to get this done before I left, since I don't have photoshop on my laptop. I'm glad with how it came out!

Excerpt from the book (because the meeting is fairly long, the double spaces indicate jumps in the narration.) :

Suddenly Firepaw caught a faint smell on the breeze.
A stranger! Perhaps that Shadowclan warrior...
Instantly a growl rumbled in Firepaws throat. The scent message told him many things. The stranger was a she-cat, not young, and definitely not from thunderclan. She carried no distinct scent from any of the clans, but firepaw could tell that she was tired, hungry, and sick, and she was in an ugly mood.

Suddenly, with a lightning movement, a snarling ball of fur burst from the bushes behind him.
Firepaw screeched in shock as the she-cat slammed into him, knocking him sideways. two heavy paws clamped down onto his shoulders, and iron jaws closed around the back of his neck. "Murr-ow!" he grunted, already thinking fast. If the other cat were to sink it's fangs in too deep, it would all be over.

Yellowfang bit down. Firepaw surged upward with all the strength in his powerful young body. The she-cat gave a snarl of surprise and she was thrown free.

Firepaw blinked as he saw his opponent for the first time. The she cat had a broad, almost flat face, and round orange eyes. Her dark grey fur was long and matted into smelly clumps. Her ears were torn and ragged, and her muzzle was traced with the scars of many old battles.

Yellowfang crouched, ready for a fresh attack. Her breath seemed to wheeze up from her foul-smelling lungs. The scent blasted Firepaw's nose. Up close, the message of desperation and weakness, and the aching void of the she-cat's hunger, was almost painful.

Moments later they broke apart. Firepaw was gasping for breath now, But he sensed that Yellowfang was weakening. The she-cat was badly wounded, and her back legs could barely support her scrawny body.
"had enough yet?" Firepaw growled. If the intruder gave way, he'd let her go with just a warning bite to remember him by.
"never!" Yellowfang hissed back bravely. But her injured leg gacve way and she slumped to the ground. She tried to get up and failed. Her eyes were dull as she hissed up at firepaw. "If I weren't so hungry and tired, I'd have shredded you to mousedust." The she-cat;s mouth twisted in pain and defiance. "Finishe me off. I won't stop you."
Firepaw hesitated. He'd never killed another cat before. Perhaps, in the heat of battle, he would, but a mercy killing, in cold blood? This was something very different.
"What are you waiting for?" Yellowfang tounted. "You're dithering like a kittypet!"
Firepaw smarted at the she-cat's words. Could she smell the scent of Twolegs on him, even now, after all this time?
"I'm an apprentice warrior of Thunderclan!" he snapped.
Yellowfang narrowed her eyes. She'd seen Firepaw flinch at her words and she knew she'd hit a nerve. "Ha," she snorted "don't tell me Thunderclan is so desperate they have to recruit kittypets now?"
"thunderclan is not desperate!"
"Prove it then! Act like a warrior and finnish me off. You'd be doing me a favor."

Description
Yay! here's my entry for the contest on the scene I chose to draw was the one where firepaw meets Yellowfang.

I'm glad I was able to get this done before I left, since I don't have photoshop on my laptop. I'm glad with how it came out!

Excerpt from the book (because the meeting is fairly long, the double spaces indicate jumps in the narration.) :

Suddenly Firepaw caught a faint smell on the breeze.
A stranger! Perhaps that Shadowclan warrior...
Instantly a growl rumbled in Firepaws throat. The scent message told him many things. The stranger was a she-cat, not young, and definitely not from thunderclan. She carried no distinct scent from any of the clans, but firepaw could tell that she was tired, hungry, and sick, and she was in an ugly mood.

Suddenly, with a lightning movement, a snarling ball of fur burst from the bushes behind him.
Firepaw screeched in shock as the she-cat slammed into him, knocking him sideways. two heavy paws clamped down onto his shoulders, and iron jaws closed around the back of his neck. "Murr-ow!" he grunted, already thinking fast. If the other cat were to sink it's fangs in too deep, it would all be over.

Yellowfang bit down. Firepaw surged upward with all the strength in his powerful young body. The she-cat gave a snarl of surprise and she was thrown free.

Firepaw blinked as he saw his opponent for the first time. The she cat had a broad, almost flat face, and round orange eyes. Her dark grey fur was long and matted into smelly clumps. Her ears were torn and ragged, and her muzzle was traced with the scars of many old battles.

Yellowfang crouched, ready for a fresh attack. Her breath seemed to wheeze up from her foul-smelling lungs. The scent blasted Firepaw's nose. Up close, the message of desperation and weakness, and the aching void of the she-cat's hunger, was almost painful.

Moments later they broke apart. Firepaw was gasping for breath now, But he sensed that Yellowfang was weakening. The she-cat was badly wounded, and her back legs could barely support her scrawny body.
"had enough yet?" Firepaw growled. If the intruder gave way, he'd let her go with just a warning bite to remember him by.
"never!" Yellowfang hissed back bravely. But her injured leg gacve way and she slumped to the ground. She tried to get up and failed. Her eyes were dull as she hissed up at firepaw. "If I weren't so hungry and tired, I'd have shredded you to mousedust." The she-cat;s mouth twisted in pain and defiance. "Finishe me off. I won't stop you."
Firepaw hesitated. He'd never killed another cat before. Perhaps, in the heat of battle, he would, but a mercy killing, in cold blood? This was something very different.
"What are you waiting for?" Yellowfang tounted. "You're dithering like a kittypet!"
Firepaw smarted at the she-cat's words. Could she smell the scent of Twolegs on him, even now, after all this time?
"I'm an apprentice warrior of Thunderclan!" he snapped.
Yellowfang narrowed her eyes. She'd seen Firepaw flinch at her words and she knew she'd hit a nerve. "Ha," she snorted "don't tell me Thunderclan is so desperate they have to recruit kittypets now?"
"thunderclan is not desperate!"
"Prove it then! Act like a warrior and finnish me off. You'd be doing me a favor."