Robinpaw groomed the fur between her toe pads, grimacing slightly at the taste of mud. "C'mon!" She heard a skinny white she-cat call to her, and Robinpaw scampered after her mentor's voice
Cedarpaw crouched, her blurry eyes focused on a grey bird in the distance. She chuffed to herself, and bounded forward, claws outstretched. She landed on it, the bird squawking loudly as Cedarpaw bit into it's throat. A tall tortiseshell was waiting by the oak tree as she carried the bird back.
"Good catch! You're shaping up to be a good hunter with that technique." The she-cat smiled at Cedarpaw. The brown apprentice grinned sheepishly. "It wasn't that good. I don't even know what kind of bird I caught."
Her mentor flicked an ear. "That's a robin."
Cedarpaw yawned. "I'm getting tired Tawnyface. Can we go back to camp soon?"
Tawnyface chuckled. "We can go back once we get another piece of prey." Cedarpaw nodded, and crouched into the leafy forest floor.
Robinpaw padded past a small stream, her mentor, Cloverpatch, in front of her. The pale she-cat stopped suddenly, ears perked. Robinkit stopped too, trying to see what had her mentor so alert.
"Toad." Cloverpatch whispered.
Robinpaw nodded, and leapt into the stream. She missed the toad completely and tumbled into the water, resurfacing just in time to see the amphibian hopping away.
Robinpaw climbed out of the stream, ears low in embarrassment. Strangely enough, Cloverpatch wasn't laughing, and instead had a sympathetic smile on her face. "Ouch. That happened to me when I was your age. Luckily your mother was there to pull me out, otherwise I would have frozen. You're lucky it's not leafbare. Your fur should dry quickly. When it happened to me, the fur on the end of my tail.. froze."
Robinpaw giggled, and shook her fur out.
Cedarpaw sat by the prey pile, her bird sitting untouched in front of her. Tawnyface had caught a skink on their way back to camp, and said that Cedarpaw could eat her catch. The flowers by the entrance to camp rustled, revealing a tall white she-cat and a smaller, disgruntled brown tabby with wet fur.
Robinpaw padded over to Cedarpaw and flopped onto the ground. "Don't. Ask." She huffed.
Cloverpatch rushed over to a small gray tom, and lovingly brushed whiskers with him before walking to the fresh kill pile, bodies pressed together. Cloverpatch selected a plump squirrel, and the two shared it.
Cedarpaw flicked her ear. "Do you want some?" She mewed, pushing the robin towards Robinpaw, who devoured it without answering. Cedarpaw smiled.
Robinpaw looked up from her meal to see the two warriors enjoying their squirrel. Cloverpatch looked up. "You two are lucky. It's Greenleaf and there's lots of prey around. We had our apprenticeship in leafbare." She mewed, the gray tom beside her grimacing.
That chapter was bad
But it was also filler and more interesting stuff is coming soon
Also Fun fact, cloverpatch was my first warriors oc