The next morning Wolfpaw felt immense pain when he woke up. Did he really take that much damage while fighting one cat? He opened his eyes to see blood on his fur and in his nest. He licked it all off of his skin and replaced his own moss quickly, before anyone could notice.
He ate a fat shrew and then decided to wait for Brackenpelt to wake up before he went to the Twoleg nest to begin the hunt.
After awhile, his mentor came out of the warriors' den. "Sorry, Wolfpaw." Brackenpelt meowed. "I kind of, well, slept in."
"It's alright." Wolfpaw responded, rising to his paws and trying not to show the pain from last night. "Come on, let's go hunt."
They raced towards the Twoleg nest. When they arrived, they didn't go in immediately. Brackenpelt showed him the hunter's crouch and then they went in.
He caught five mice; the first two were clumsy kills though. They headed back to camp carrying them. He and Brackenpelt put them on the fresh-kill pile.
Then they went out to finish the rest of the tour. They headed past where they were the previous day. They reached a sandy area.
"This is the training hollow." Brackenpelt told him. "It's the perfect place to train because it's sandy, making it less likely to get hurt from rough landings."
Wolfpaw nodded to show his understanding.
That was all they had left, so they headed back to camp. Blackclaw was complaining about his nest, so they went out to collect moss.
Brackenpelt showed him the best place to get moss and they brought some back, searching it for thorns. Then they spread it out where Blackclaw usually slept, taking out the old moss. Brackenpelt showed him how to take care of Blackclaw's ticks too. Then Wolfpaw had to fetch a fat blackbird from the pile for the old cat, who ate it gratefully.
Then, finally, Wolfpaw was dismissed to go and rest. As he curled up in his nest he winced from his injuries. Then after awhile, he closed his eyes and sleep came.