Chapter Twelve
The next morning after the story. Wild and Cloverpaw we're going hunting for the many mouths to feed. Grasswhisker was Teaching Willow and Pebble to hunt, while Stormflower watched to kits. So that meant Wild was stuck helping Cloverpaw master hunting. Not that she minded, Wild had to admit that she was becoming fond of the little cat, she was almost like a sister to her.
"Okay" said Wild "See that vole over there?" Cloverpaw nodded "I want to to catch it" As the apprentice stalked the vole Wild could hold back a smile. Cloverpaw had come to far in her training, now she looked confident and-"Wild help!" Wild snapped out of her thought too see that there was a river behind the bush they were hunting at. Wild cursed herself for not noticing it and searched the river for Cloverpaw.
She spotted her, flailing the current. Wild immediately dove in and was hit with the shock of how cold the water was. With her eyes focused on Cloverpaw she fought the current to reach her. When she finally made it to her the apprentice had stopped thrashing as was now quiet, Wild hoped that she was still alive as she grabbed her scruff and pulled her to the bank.
Than she was hit by a stray branch, and let go of Cloverpaw. The gray she-cat sank beneath the surface, and Wild dove down in a panic. She felt through the river for a few heart stopping moments before finding Cloverpaw again. With a fiery determination she pulled Cloverpaw to land.
When on the bank the apprentice coughed up some water before her eyelids fluttered open. Wild curled herself around Cloverpaw and began furiously grooming her "Hey now that tickles!" Cloverpaw giggle then began coughing again "Shh" said Wild calmly "It's going to be okay" then almost to herself she added "Little sister"