Chapter 1 - Never Gets Old
(Rushingpaw's POV)
The brown tom appeared slowly from a bush, padding with his head held high toward a prey hole where he gathered his previous catchings, holding a vole proudly on his jaws.
Fox-dung.
"I can't wait until Shadestrike sees all the prey I caught!" the brown tabby tom murmured to himself happily.
Okay, this is going to be funny.
He dropped his vole beside a tall tree and started digging for his prey from where he had hidden it. Then suddenly, he started digging faster and faster. He held a worried expression.
This never gets old!
"What?" the brown apprentice gasped, suddenly looking very surprised.
Oh, great StarClan! I held back some snickers and laughs, covering my muzzle with a paw.
"I swear I left it right here! Where could it have . . . ?"
I couldn't hold it in any longer.
I bursted out laughing and stepped out of the shadows from a bush. The brown tabby tom jumped from surprise and his face darkened in fury.
"Rushingpaw! I should've known!" he faced me and growled, ears flattened.
"I can't believe you fell for it again!" I cackled. "How many times have I told you to keep an eye on your prey? You have got to admit, though, after a million times you should've learned!"
"Give me back my prey!" The brown tabby apprentice crouched as if to leap on me any second now. I saw from his eyes that he was serious, but it didn't matter to me. He couldn't exactly do anything to me.
"You gonna attack me? Because I remember the last time you tried, you didn't do so well." I laughed again.
The last time he tried . . . Well, let's just say his leg didn't work so well from then on.
The apprentice stayed quiet, looking down at his leg with sad, darkening eyes.
"Well, thanks anyway for the prey. Lakerock will be really proud of all the prey I caught!" I snickered, trotting back to camp with a devious glint in my eyes.