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The first thing you should know, dear reader, is that chipmunktooth was not a bad warrior - per se...Well, alright, perhaps good warriors did not spend precious evening hours dozing about camp; perhaps good warriors did not complain about the training of dear apprentices - and yes, good warriors did not visit twolegplace and rummage through the stinking garbage like a starved rat. alright, now that was a very un-warriorlike thing to do.

let's rewind a bit, shall we? now chipmunktooth adored his beloved thunderclan and for all his good-humored complaining he certainly dedicated his all to the clan. he just did it in his own way - that's all. whereas other warriors might provide for the clan by proving themselves as excellent hunters, skillful politicians and battle-weary soldiers, chipmunktooth brought his own talents to serve falconstar. he was the wit and comedian, the light during the dark times, that optimistic soul whom you'd either love or hate - but truly meant well, nonetheless. now that's not to excuse his inherent laziness. he did pull his weight when he was forced to and he adored mottlepaw, even if he didn't exactly prove to be the finest of mentors. but chipmunktooth wasn't a complete waste of space like some might believe; he was simply...unique. His own character.

so it is that very aforementioned character which drove him to the fringes of twolegplace. chipmunktooth knew it was wrong, there was no denying that. he wasn't a fool. but curiosity was a dangerous plaything, and the tomcat had found himself entranced by the rich aromas of wafting cat food and twoleg garbage drifting from yonder on over the borders.

besides what harm did a little curiosity do to anyone? okay, maybe it killed the cat, but seriously! chipmunktooth was only...'scouting' the borders, like a good warrior should. he was being very vigilant and smart by doing this. and since prey was rare near twolegplace he'd just decided to snack on some...spilled garbage. yes, that's right! it was purely innocent. nothing more, nothing less!

it was with this, as the tom cracked and munched on a discarded chicken bone, that chipmunktooth convinced himself that he was doing no wrong. but maybe fate thought otherwise, for it was at that very moment that a drifting smell alerted the tom to attention. Reluctantly pulling his eyes away from the prize, he lifted his nose to the air and inhaled a deep breath. the rolling scents of twolegs and sprouting flowers tingled his scent glands, though that wasn't what interested him. With an arching stretch and a long yawn, he finally plodded to his paws and, ears swiveling, called out.

"'ello, chap!" the tomcat meowed, in his naturally warm voice. although he could not see the mysterious stranger that did not mean he was not there - chipmunktooth definitely caught the soft sound of someone approaching, and the smell of a new tom hung heavy in the air. "is this your garbage?" he called out again; "because it's very fine garbage indeed!" truly disgraceful words to be heard coming from a warrior, but i digress.