Hi, this is my first story, please tell me what you think of it and if I should continue :)
Chapter One:
I wake up. Sunlight is pouring though the vines on the Apprentice Den. I sit up in my nest and look around. I slept in. Again. My mentor, Scarletheart, pops her head through the entrance. "Willowpaw?" She smiles. "Come on, you lazy lump! Gotta get training!" I groan and stand up. I follow after Scarletheart. Behind me, I hear Honeypaw, Sparrowpaw and Ashpaw snickering and whispering and looking over at us. I ignore them and hastily run after Scarletheart.
"So, what are we doing today? I ask. "We are-" Scarletheart gets cut of by Honeypaw saying, "You," she says, pausing to look back and laugh with Sparrowpaw and Ashpaw, "are learning how to hunt a bird while we learn the hardest battle move there is." Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth in a silent laugh. "It's not her fault that she's not as skilled as you lot! You shouldn't be learning that move anyway, too young." Scarletheart shakes her head. "I'll be having a word to Whitestar about that." Honeypaw rolls her eyes and mutters. I try to suppress a smile, and Honeypaw glares at me. "Come on." Says Scarletheart.
We enter the Training Hollow. "Okay, so what is the first step of hunting a bird?"Scarletheart sits in front of me. "Uh, well. Um, you have to track it?" I say, "When you've found it, what do you do?" I scratch my ear and rack my brain for the answer. After a moment, Scarletheart sighs. "You-" she starts. "No, don't tell me. Wait a sec." A couple of moments later, the answer comes to mind. "Then you have to stay up- no, downwind of it, so the bird can't scent you." She nods and slightly smiles. "Then you pounce!" Scarletheart smiles,"You're getting it, shall we have a go?" I nod.
"How did I go? I ask, later. "You did good, got to practice that stalking though." I nod. As we approach Camp, we hear noises, cats talking. Scarletheart speeds up. I bound after her. Everyone is crowding around something, and when we get closer, we see that it's a someone.
