Featherpaw crept closer towards the mouse. She slid across the ground as her denmates watched. no one made a sound. Featherpaw could feel the mouse's heartbeat as she got closer. She soon straightened up with the mouse in her jaws.
"Great job Featherpaw," mewed her mentor Firebreeze. "its not always easy, hunting under pressure."
Featherpaw beamed. She was the second oldest apprentice, the oldest being her friend Falconpaw, who would become a warrior next week
Featherpaw went back to camp proudly. In OceanClan, apprentices were taught how to hunt under pressure and most never managed. Featherpaw was an exeptional hunter.
Featherpaw yawned. It was getting late. She padded towards the apprentices den and lay down in her nest.
An hour passed, and featherpaw couldn't sleep. She quietly crept out of the den into the forest.
Featherpaw padded through the woods, enjoying the peacefullness of the forest at night. She halted, suddenly smelling a strange cat. His scent was one of blood, and death. Featherpaw began to back away.
She felt a weight on her back, and twisted around to see a huge black tom on crushing her underneath him. Featherpaw hissed and swiped at the tom but he didn't move.
Two smaller white toms padded nochalantly(spelling?) out of a nearby holly bush. One of them held a black twoleg thing.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Tie her up!" snarled the black tom on Featherpaw's of the white toms shuffled forwards and looped the twoleg thing over her neck.
Featherpaw struggled, trying to get it off, but it was fastened tightly around her neck. The black tom took the other end of the black thing in his mouth and dragged her forward.
Soon, the four cats reached the twolegplace. They padded around so many corners and past so many houses that Featherpaw lost count. The toms seemed to know exactly where they were going.
A grey tom came out of a tiny-looking crack in the back of the alley and nodded to the black tom. Then he took the black thing and led Featherpaw into the crack.
It was wider then she originally thought and led to a huge underground cavern. She was pulled towards one side of the room and the saw a row of barriers made of weird shiny cobwebs.
The tom opened a hole in one and shoved her in. Featherpaw. realized that there were other cats in the small spaces like the one she was trapped in. A small cream she-cat was to her left.
"hi. my name is Rose. And you are?" she asked.
"Um... Featherpaw," Featherpaw muttered.
"Are you a clan cat? You don't look very mean," was Rose's reply.
"yeah? is that bad?" Featherpaw challenged.
Featherpaw suddenly felt a sharp pain to her head, then everything was still.
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