"What do you mean, you fell asleep?" He stood bristling over Spiderpaw, the small black tom shrinking away from his mentor. "You had one job! ONE JOB!" Snakeheart roared, cuffing his apprentice roughly over the ears.
"I'm sorry!" The apprentice squeaked.
"Sorry doesn't help the clan. Do you even care there might be a traitor in our midst?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't know!" Spiderpaw mumbled into the ground.
"Well, now we have no idea." Snakeheart hissed, striking Spiderpaw with a powerful clawed paw. He watched through narrowed eyes as his apprentice staggered and blood dripped from his shoulder. He then heard a rustling noise from behind as Sootheart walks back into camp carrying some herbs.
"Where were you?" Snakeheart spat, enraged.
"I was just on a walk to gather some herbs," Sootheart replied calmly.
He huffed and walked away. He suspected Sootheart had gone and done something other that collecting herbs but he had no proof. But he would find proof, for he was Snakeheart, loyal cat of FireClan, not a traitor like Sootheart…