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Chp. 3
When Mosspaw awoke the next morning, sunlight was already streaming through the branches of the apprentice den. Mosspaw yawned and stretched, then started washing herself. Rippedpaw and Graypaw's nests were already empty, which she guessed meant that they were already out doing their apprentice duties. Mosspaw padded over to Waterpaw's nest and gave her a nudge.
"Wha?" meowed Waterpaw stifling a yawn.
"Come on. We need to get going." Mosspaw meowed. She then padded over to Birchpaw's nest while Waterpaw gave her face a thorough cleaning.
"Get up, you lump of fur. It's time to go."
Birchpaw's head poked out of his moss and he blinked blurry eyed up at Mosspaw.
"Time to go already?" he asked tiredly.
"Yes." She replied. "Besides, it's already way past sunrise, and everyone else will probably be out hunting today too."
Waterpaw padded over and started jabbing Birchpaw in the side. "Stop lazing around furball. I don't want to be the last cat out today."
Mosspaw and Waterpaw left Birchpaw to wash himself and headed out of the apprentice den. Camp life was already busy. Mosspaw saw Spottedpaw, the medicine cat apprentice, and also her sister, carrying herbs to the elders den. "I need to talk to her about my dream as soon as possible." Mosspaw thought. Mosspaw soon caught site of Graypaw padding to the medicine cat den with a wad of moss in her jaws. She saw Mosspaw and Waterpaw and bounded over to them. When she reached them, Mosspaw caught the stench of mouse-bile drifting off Graypaw.
"I hate that foul stuff!" Graypaw spat. "I don't think I'll ever be able to get the taste out of my mouth."
Mosspaw looked at her friend sympathetically and meowed, "We'll bring you an extra juicy mouse to get the taste out."
"Yeah." put in Waterpaw, "At least this is all you have to do, Wildheart could have you doing much worse."
"I guess your right..." Graypaw mumbled.
"Hey! Are you to going to talk all day or are you coming to hunt?"
Waterpaw and Mosspaw turned around to see Foxclaw and Birchpaw standing at the entrance to the camp.
"Okay! We're coming!" Mosspaw yowled back. As the two she-cats padded up to the toms, Waterpaw whined, "But we haven't even eaten yet."
"You can eat when we get back." growled Foxclaw. "The clan must be fed first." With that, he bounded through the gorse tunnel. Birchpaw exchanged a glance with Waterpaw and Mosspaw before following. Mosspaw and Waterpaw raced after them through the forest until they finally caught up with them and Mosspaw asked, "Where will we hunt?" Foxclaw slowed down to sniff the air. "Hmm... It smells like there's some prey up at Sunningrocks." He turned to the apprentices and said, "I'll take Birchpaw and we'll hunt around there. Mosspaw, Waterpaw, you two check out around Fourtrees and the Windclan border, but don't cross it." Foxclaw turned around in the direction of Sunningrocks and flicked his tail for Birchpaw to follow. Mosspaw thought she saw a hint of disappointment flash in Birchpaw's eyes, but it was gone in a second as he dashed after Foxclaw.
"Well, I guess we hunt around Fourtrees then." Mosspaw meowed padding in the direction of the four tall oaks. After awhile of padding, Waterpaw asked, "Was it just my imagination, or did Birchpaw look disappointed to be going with Foxclaw?"
"Can you blame him? Foxclaw's a great warrior and really nice, but he can get a little edgy if things don't go according to plan." Mosspaw meowed, pricking her ears for the sound of prey.
"That's true, but there could be another reason." Waterpaw meowed, with a smug, I know something you don't know glance.
"Like what?" Mosspaw meowed
"Isn't it obvious? Birchpaw likes you." Waterpaw meowed swiping her tail over Mosspaw's face. "And you like him back."
"What?! That's not true! I only like Birchpaw as a friend!" Mosspaw meowed acting like she was searching through some undergrowth to hide the look on her face.
"What ever you say." Waterpaw said trotting towards Fourtrees leaving Mosspaw standing in the undergrowth. Mosspaw hissed under her breath. Waterpaw could get so annoying sometimes. Mosspaw went back to searching for prey, but her mind wasn't really thinking about that. Did she like Birchpaw? She couldn't tell. She had always liked him as a friend, but maybe she really did like him more than that. Sighing, Mosspaw followed Waterpaw.
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