Wildpaw slid through the forest, wary of Runningwind's gaze on her. Where is he? The black-and-white apprentice wondered. Wildpaw shook her head to clear it. Concentrate; it's your assessment! You could be a warrior by sunhigh! The she-cat scented to the air and sensed squirrel. It was near a beech tree. If it scents me, Wildpaw realized. It'll swarm up that tree in an instant. Sliding her paws over moss, the apprentice crept until she was right behind the squirrel. Leaping, Wildpaw killed her prey with a swift bite to the neck. Thank you, Thistleclaw!
"Excellent work, Wildpaw." The black-speckled apprentice looked up to see her tabby mentor standing from behind a bush. "I think that's enough hunting." Wildpaw glanced up at the sky. The sun wasn't quite in the center yet. "I'm most impressed with your training." Runningwind went on as if noticing how nervous she was. "I think it's time you were made a warrior." Wildpaw started.
"Really? But all I caught were a couple pieces of prey!"
"Yes, but your technique is exceptional." Runningwind declared. "I don't think I've seen a cat slid their paws on moss like that. The Clan could benefit greatly from you. Just get back to camp while I discuss your ceremony with Bluestar." Wildpaw watched her mentor leave before she jumped in the air.
"Yay!" She exclaimed, glad to act like a kit again. "I'm going to be a warrior!"