Author's note: Soo sorry it's incredibly short again! ^^" Buuut I thought this was a good place to stop. So I'll get to the next chappie ASAP!

Chapter Three

Today was the day. Honeypaw and Moonpaw were so excited. Today was when they had a special assignment to test their warrior skills. Honeypaw thought this day would never come. Possible warrior names were running through her mind, but she couldn't wait to hear her actual one. Honeyice? Honeypaw shook her head, that one just sounded weird.

Finally, Moonpaw, Boulderface, and Stormheart had finished their meals. Honeypaw had been impatiently waiting for them to finish and she thought Boulderface was purposefully eating slow. She bounced up once in an attempt to catch a passing butterfly, but missed it just by an inch, and settled back down. If her broken tail could lash, it would've already caused a tornado and blown the camp away.

"Are you guys ready yet?" She sighed, sitting on her haunches in anticipation. Moonpaw licked her lips and glanced at Honeypaw. "Are you sure you're not hungry? It might come back to bite you later." Moonpaw asked; concern in her mew. Honeypaw nodded irritably, "I told you, if I ate, I might puke out of excitement, and then I'll never get my warrior name." She meowed.

Boulderface scowled at Honeypaw, "Honeypaw, I'm still eating, and now I've lost my appetite thanks to you." He complained.

"You're welcome Boulderface. Now can we go?" Honeypaw replied, scratching her ear. Boulderface glared at her and got up, sighing.

"I guess." He mumbled, and then gave a meow of surprise when Honeypaw did all but trample over him to the camp entrance.

"C'mon!" Honeypaw meowed, clawing the mossy ground. Moonpaw bounded up next to her and waited for her mentor, Stormheart, to catch up.

"Now listen you two. You two are merely going hunting. Boulderface and I are going to follow and watch you, but we're going to stay anonymous-"

"What does anonymous mean?" Moonpaw whispered.

"It means secretly or hidden," Honeypaw replied, rolling her eyes.

"And we expect you two to be split up, because this is an individual assignment." Stormheart finished, adding "Ready, go!" And the apprentices were off, squeezing through the entrance and through the woods. Honeypaw veered toward the river. I bet I'll impress them if I catch some fish! She thought proudly.

She stopped when she heard the roar of the river, scenting the muddy water and trotting over next to it. Her ears flicked, she noticed a change in the current, and immediately heard a fish swimming against the current steadily. Honeypaw waited patiently, and then her paw flashed out and she caught the fish. It lay on the ground, flopping around, and seeking water. Honeypaw held its tail with her paw and bit its neck swiftly.

Honeypaw caught two more fish before dragging them under a bush and carefully covering them with leaves instead of dirt, and then trotted to the trees. Warm sun was on her back, and Honeypaw stretched for a second. She could scent Boulderface near, so she quit slacking and padded silently through the grass, hearing a bird somewhere. She knew better than to go for it, because she couldn't catch birds and would just end up screwing up her assignment when it gave a cry of alarm.

Honeypaw scented a mouse in the distance, and dropped into a hunter's crouch, making sure she was upwind from the creature. Honeypaw steadily made her way to the mouse until she could hear its short breaths. She put a paw on its thin tail, wondering why it hadn't scented her from behind. It squirmed under her grasp and she bit its neck quickly.

She immediately reared back. She suddenly realized why this mouse hadn't scent her come so close, it was sick. Honeypaw wrinkled her nose and took another step back. She then cried out as the ground beneath her gave way and she slipped backwards.