A young, tall, thin, sickly silver tabby tom cat with black stripes and dark- almost black eyes stalked the moorlands of the great WindClan territory in search of prey. A black-and-white she-cat followed him, her amber eyes glinting in the cold leaf-bare morning. She was just as skinny as the tom-cat. They were hunting near the river that divided the WindClan and the ThunderClan territory. The WindClan side was wretchedly cold and bare without trees.
"Snakeheart" the black-and-white she-cat addressed the silver tabby, "there's nothing out here. It's too cold and windy; no birds would be able to fly, and I doubt any rabbit would be able to hold their footing in this kind of weather. Let's go back and come out later. Someone's going to get hurt."
"Just a second, Hawktalon," Snakeheart replied. "I think I see something..." He was looking into the trees on the other side of the river.
Hawktalon saw what he was looking at; a plump squirrel that was laying on the ground. It looks as if the harsh winds blown it from its nest and that its back was broken. "That's ThunderClan territory, Snakeheart! Let's go!"
Snakeheart turned to Hawktalon and said "that squirrel could feed four or five of our warriors. I'll just go get it and come back." Without waiting for Hawktalon's reply Snakeheart plunged into the icy river, his feet just barely touching the bottom. When he arrived on the other side he was shivering terribly. He shook the water from his pelt. He picked up the dead squirrel and brought it back to the WindClan side of the border.
"Can we leave now?"
"One second..." Snakeheart replied, still shivering and now panting horribly. "Gimme a second."
"You! What do you think you're doing with that squirrel!"
Snakeheart whirled around backwards to find the ThunderClan deputy, Blackstorm, standing on the other side of the river. "That squirrel belongs to ThunderClan, fur-ball!" Blackstorm was possibly the largest cat Snakeheart had ever seen with his broad shoulders and pure black fur, he could be very intimidating.
Snakeheart's heart was about to pound out of his chest. He'd never stolen prey, and the one time he does he gets caught. He was speechless.
"Nice goin', mouse-brain!" Hawktalon yelled furiously at the young warrior. She batted at his face with her paw and left a scratch. Guilt and shame made Snakeheart's head heavy and he lowered it. Hawktalon turned her gaze to the ThunderClan deputy "I am so sorry, Blackstorm. I assure you," she glanced at Snakeheart, "it will not happen again."
"I'm sorry..." he mumbled to Hawktalon. "I never thought-"
"That's the problem, meat-head; you never think!" Hawktalon harshly interrupted him. "You're leaving that squirrel here! Come on. Let's go."
Hawktalon began walking away. Snakeheart looked longingly at his squirrel but left it, following Hawktalon back home.
Snakeheart and Hawktalon returned back at camp. Snakeheart was thankful to her for she had promised to not tell anyone. "Just think about what you're risking next time" she ordered him harshly.
He nodded his head quickly and nervously. "No problem" was his only response.
Snakeheart made himself a promise; he promised himself that he would be the best warrior he could be. He wouldn't let his previous mentor- Hawktalon- down.