"Are you just going to sit there and get wet, or bring us our fresh kill?" Darkpaw called. Bitterpaw hadn't even realized how wet he was getting. His pelt was drenched. He ran back to the apprentice's den and dropped the soggy crows. Badgerpaw poked one with his paw.
"They're not very dry, are they?" He meowed.
"Oh great, crows," Rainpaw muttered. "Too many feathers! And they're wet! Gross." But she took a crow anyway.
Bitterpaw ate his crow slowly. He hadn't eaten all day; he was starving. He wanted to savor the flavor. He spat out a mouthful of soggy feathers.
"Well, it could've been a worse dinner," Olivepaw mewed slowly, once he'd finished eating. Everyone turned and looked at him.
"Really? How could it have been any worse?" Rainpaw meowed.
"We could've had to eat fish."
"Ew! Why does everyone think we're RiverClan cats today?" Darkpaw mewed in disgust. Olivepaw laughed.
"RiverClan is weird," He meowed, shaking his head. "Well, I'm gonna nap some more while we wait for the rain to stop." Olivepaw curled up, wrapping his tail around his paws, and began to snore quietly.
"All he does is sleep, honestly! Why doesn't Roselily ever train with him? He'll never be a good warrior," Badgerpaw meowed.
"Can you really say you're not tired too?" Bitterpaw yawned. "Cause I'm beat." He plopped down in his moss bed and rolled over until he was comfortable.
"Well, Blackice did train me pretty hard today… before it started raining, obviously," Badgerpaw meowed. He laid down next to Bitterpaw.
"Goodnight!" Bitterpaw meowed as he closed his eyes.
When Bitterpaw opened his eyes, he noticed Olivepaw was gone. "Hm. Wonder where he went," Bitterpaw mewed quietly to himself. "He hardly ever leaves the den, apart from getting fresh kill from the fresh kill pile." Bitterpaw looked over at Badgerpaw as his brother began to stir.
"Olivepaw's gone?" He yawned, stretching. Bitterpaw nodded. "Probably just getting a mouse or something." Bitterpaw glanced out into the clearing. There were a few puddles everywhere, the fresh kill pile was small and soggy, and nobody was out there. Not even Olivepaw.
"He isn't out in the clearing," Bitterpaw mewed. Badgerpaw shrugged, clearly not too bothered by Olivepaw's disappearance.
"Maybe Roselily's actually training or hunting with him. He needs the exercise," He meowed. "Sleeping is not nearly as muscle-building as battle training."
"Hopefully they didn't run into a badger or something," Bitterpaw mewed.
"Roselily can handle a badger," Badgerpaw argued. "Stop worrying about everyone. That's Frostmouse's job." But Bitterpaw couldn't help worrying. Olivepaw never left the apprentice's den. Now all of a sudden, he was just gone.
"Aren't you even a bit worried?" Bitterpaw asked. Badgerpaw shook his head.
"Roselily is a good warrior. If she's a good mentor too, she'll protect Olivepaw and teach him to protect himself also. They'll be fine." Bitterpaw nodded.
But when Bitterpaw left the apprentice's den to get breakfast, he saw Roselily sitting by Birdeye. They were sharing a thrush. Bitterpaw's blood turned to ice. If Roselily was here, Olivepaw was out in the forest by himself for one of the first times ever. Where was he, why did he leave, and was he okay? Bitterpaw didn't know.