BogClan

Roundpaw paddled beside her mentor, Marshpad. It was early, and the crisp morning air felt good as dew shined on the wet grass. She sighed, breathing in the salty air from the ocean.

Marshpad stopped in a clearing. Sandy mud was placed as ferns and brambles lined the area. "Here, well train in battle moves. Just to see how good you can fight, even medicine cats need this training." He added, as Roundpaw sighed.

Why can't we just collect herbs? "Ok, what will we learn?" She asked, she may not like battle-training. But it was part of Marshpad's job as a mentor, so why make it harder for him?

Marshpad crouched down, his gaze narrowed. "Attack me."

Roundpaw blinked, was this training? Just attack her mentor? She sighed, breathed in and leaped her paws hitting Marshpad's ears. She rolled as a hard blow hit her side, nocking her breath away.

Marshpad sat up, licked a paw and drew it over his ear. "Now, i want you to try and see if you can really attack me. Paws sheathed, no claws. But remember that i may see you're attack before it happens, so plan it but don't give it away." He adived, his tail flicking as he crouched down.

"Now, attack me."

Brake Line

Roundpaw leaped onto a log, her ears rotating as a seagull landed. She watched as Dustyclaw and Marshpad worked together as they cornered the bird. Then leaped out and attacked, at the same time.

She felt proud, for BogClan used skill, not only by themselfs. But together, working as a team.

Marshpad dropped the seagull, shaking his paw to get ride of a white feather between his toes. "Want to eat?" He asked.

Dustyclaw hissed. "What, were low on warriors at this moment. So hunting has to be treatured. Why eat this, when we can bring it back?" He demanded, his ears flattend.

Roundpaw sniffed, her tail curling. hes thinking about Rainpetal and their soon-to-be born kits. "Dustyclaw, i'm sure us eating this one bird. All three of us will make three other prey in the pile go to the queens or elders." She reaoned, "So, lets enjoy this prey."

Dustyclaw narrowed his eyes, finally he nodded. "Ok, just don't wast anymore prey thats in the fresh-kill pile today." He warned, a small growl in his tone.

Roundpaw sighed, her fur laying flat once again. She crouched down beside her mentor, Marshpad, taking quick hungry bites from the seagull. This is all i had today, so hopefully this will be enough.

She sat up, her toungue swipping over her lips. "Its getting late, lets head back." She meowed as Marshpad covered the feathers and bones of the eaten prey.

Dustyclaw nodded. "We can collect out other kills on the way back." He said, as he took lead of the protrol.

As she fell behind Dustyclaw she noticed as her mentor slowed his pace to come to her side. "Yes, Marshpad?" She asked, lowing her voice.

The black-and-white tom sighed. "Thank you Roundpaw, for getting Dustyclaw to agree of us eating that prey. Hes a stubborn cat, defentily if it consiters his mate not eating." He sighed, shaking his head. "I know he worries, for leaffall is coming sooner then we thought..."

Roundpaws ears flicked as the medicine cat stopped his eyes widened. "Whats is it?" She asked, her heart pounding.

Marshpad hissed. "DimClan, somethings wrong..were under attack!"