I can prove this to them. I'll give it another shot.
Shadepaw bounded down the slope as carefully and quietly as he could, grateful that leaf-fall was a couple of moons away. They prey would be abundant and the ground would be dry.
Here comes Shadepaw... look at that, I don't even know what animal that is... and he's carrying it all alone... he's better than a Clan-born cat...
Shadepaw let out a huff of annoyance. Even his imagination doesn't believe that he really was Clan-born. "Just because I have no parents doesn't mean that I'm not from this Clan," he muttered. "Stupid thoughts."
The apprentice raised his nose and sniffed around. He slunk to a crouch and prowled around, not wanting for StarClan to see that he didn't smell anything in the abundant forest.
Suddenly, he heard a rustle in the undergrowth. Grinning, he turned and crouched, tail swishing excitedly.
This young apprentice is more than determined to find the biggest, juiciest piece of prey there ever was. He is better than his Clanmates... except for Rainpaw, of course.
Shadepaw grinned to himself and shook out his pelt. He suddenly didn't care about the rest of the Clan. As long as he could impress Rainpaw, his mission would be complete. He imagined them sharing a sparrow together...
"Oh, Shadepaw! You didn't have to..."
I'd have to catch one first.
Snapping back to reality, Shadepaw perked his ears up as he scented a rodent nearby. He dropped to a crouch and stalked forward toward a thin tree. There had to be something behind it. He turned and quickly pounced onto the spot next to the tree.
The mouse squealed and turned, but Shadepaw was too fast for it. He snapped his paw forward and clawed at it, holding it back. Its spine snapped with slight difficulty. Shadepaw stood back to observe his prey proudly.
My first catch. Ever.
He lifted it and turned tail, racing back to camp. He couldn't wait to tell everybody about it, his leader, his mentor, his adoptive mother, and Rainpaw—He blasted through the entrance, and—
"Exactly where have you been?!"
A shiver ran through Shadepaw's pelt and he slowly turned around before the camp entrance. There stood Jaystorm, his mentor, glowing over him like a raincloud. He felt the eyes of multiple other cats around him as well. Their voices seemed to seep into his brain.
Oh, what did the orphan do today?
There he his. Wonder what mistake he did now.
It's gonna be just as funny as last time.
Shadepaw fought his eyes back up to his mentor's. "I caught a mouse," he said hoarsely.
A hesitant fog stung in the air between their eyes. Jaystorm tilted his head backwards slightly.
"You left camp without permission," he said softly.
"I'm sorry," stated Shadepaw bluntly.
A snicker sounded behind him. Shadepaw flattened his ears and didn't bother turning. He didn't want to know if it came from Rainpaw's direction.
"Go to your nest, Shadepaw," growled Jaystorm, walking away. "We won't be busy for a while."
A few more confident barks of laughter burst out from different directions. Shadepaw stared at his mouse. Its pelt was the same color as his. Its ears were nicked, like his.
And it was dead. Like he wished to be.