Squirrelpaw stared longingly at the pile of freshkill,wishing she could have a nice plump vole. Its scent drifted invitingly towards her, but Squirrelpaw knew she could not give in. She had not hunted for the Clan that day,only for herself, and as a punishment she was not allowed any fresh-kill from the pile.
Her mentor, Dustpelt, padded towards her. Scared, Squirrelpaw noticed that his eyes were dark with anger. "Oh,no! Not another lecture!" she thought,dismayed.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" roared Dustpelt,his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek. "You hunt for the Clan first,mouse-brain!"
" I was hungry." Squirrelpaw defended herself.
" Well, you should have waited! The Clan comes first in a warrior's life, and you should know that." Dustpelt cuffed his apprentice around the ear.
"That is it!" hissed Squirrelpaw, and she unsheathed her claws, poised to spring. Would mentor and apprentice really fight?