AN: So, this one is in the POV I have the most trouble with; and since I don't have much of a problem in any POV, I chose first-person. Read on! Oh, BTW, if anyone else wants to try this challenge go to . net/topic/106930/59014248/1/#59415124 (without the space behind the dot.)

I jumped down from the towering oak tree, disregarding the distance. I knew the dangers, but didn't care.

My mentor, Breezeheart, saw me and rushed over.

"Nightpaw!" she yowled, reaching the oak tree. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Jumping." I replied calmly.

"Do you know how dangerous that is?" she carried on, barely acknowledging me. "Do you want me to have to take your broken body back to Cloudflight, and say, 'Oh, sorry, your daughter was jumping out of trees, and she broke her neck'? Do you want that?"

"Breezeheart! I'm fine! I do this, like, every day. Calm down!" I yelled, annoyed.

She drew herself up. "You're going to take care of the elders when we get back to camp. That'll show you to talk back to a warrior."

I gasped. "That's so unfair!" I turned around and ran into the forest.

I could hear Breezeheart calling me, but I ignored her. Teach her to be that way with me, the leader's daughter. I smirked.

Suddenly, I stopped. A dirty, scruffy tom was staring impudently at me.

"Well, if it isn't a pretty little Clan cat, all alone." he said, showing his teeth. "What're you doing in our territory, kit?"

"Is that really any of your business?" I asked, trying to hide my fear.

"Depends." a new voice replied. I spun around, now faced with a black tom with a huge, ugly scar down one side of his face. "Of course, you could always leave, before we rip your fur off." he added, grinning lopsidedly at me.

"I don't think so!"

A silvery flash darted from a bush by the side of the Thunder-path, leaping on top of the first tom. It was Breezeheart. She fought like a swirling storm, ripping pelts, ears, anything she could get her claws on. The two rogues, faced with the anger of a fully grown, battle-trained Clan cat, turned tail and ran.

Breezeheart looked after them, shrieking, "Not so tough now, are you? Filth!"

I ran up to her, burying my muzzle in her warm, soft fur. "Breezeheart! You were amazing, I've never seen anything like it!"

She looked down at me, a soft smile gracing her features. "You still have to take care of the elders when we get back."