When Spottedpaw woke, she was alone. Daylight streamed in through the entrance. She sat up and stretched. Gorsetail poked his head through the entrance, "Hey! You're awake, ready to train?" He asked cheerfully. She nodded, and silently followed him out.
"Whats wrong?" He asked her. "Your sister... she," Spottedpaw didn't finish her sentence. "I know, I caught her," Gorsetail said, "She was mad that I didn't tell her,".
Spottedpaw looked up into his eyes. Echofur called to them, "Gorsetail, Spottedpaw, I need you two to go on a hunting patrol with Thistlebriar and Oakfang," "We'll be right on it Echofur," Gorsetail mewed, then bounded up to the two elder warriors. Thistlebriar was a calico she-cat with huge green eyes and a slender body.
Oakfang was a dark solid black tom with red eyes and a stocky build. He was also a ferocious warrior, and had never had a mate. Spottedpaw was slightly afraid of Oakfang, but Thistlebriar was her mother. The four cats set out to hunt. Thistlebriar hummed, then pointed her tail towards the Riverclan border, "Lets try there, maybe some mice are hiding in the tall grass,".
Everyone nodded, and she led the way. Spottedpaw opened her mouth slightly, in hope of catching a scent. There, she smelled a crow. She touched her tail to Gorsetail's shoulder and stalked off after her prey. Oakfang followed her. She saw it, it had a nest in a small bush and was feeding it's babies. She signaled to Oakfang with her tail and he nodded.
They both creeped lightly up to the bush, the crow immediately cawed and flew away. Oakfang straightened up, "The babies can't fly," He said. Spottedpaw smiled, "The clan will have dinner after all," They dug into the bush until they reached the nest. He scooped his paw into the nest and dragged out a tiny crow. He bit it's neck and it stopped squealing.
"Um, maybe we shouldn't kill the babies..." Spottedpaw began, "There really isn't any meat on them,". Oakfang didn't acknowledge her, he just scooped out another baby and bit its neck. Spottedpaw watched in horror, "I'm just gonna go see if I can find something else,". He said nothing, but picked up the seven baby crows he'd killed and started back to camp.
Spottedpaw shuddered to her self and sniffed around for more prey. She sniffed a rabbit up wind from her, towards the Thunderclan border. She crouched down and followed the scent until she came across the hare, in fact she almost tripped over it. It bounded away and into the line of trees, where three large cats stood. The largest, a dark gray tom, leaped onto it and bit it's neck.
Then slid it back across the border to her. "I believe you were hunting this?" He spoke. "Um yes, why?" Spottedpaw spoke nervously. The smallest cat laughed, she was a black and white she cat with blue eyes. "Rowanstorm is a gentleman dear, he's giving it back to you against my better judgement,". "What?" Spottedpaw asked, confused. The final cat sighed, "I'm Fawnpelt, these two are Rowanstorm and Egg, we'll be leaving now," She was tan and had rippling muscles, yet still seemed beautiful.
The three cats left and Spottedpaw stood confused at the border. She gave up wondering and picked up the hare, and dragged it back to camp.