Robinpaw skipped through the leafy forest, humming to herself. Ravenpaw was behind her, stopping by every tree to sniff at it. To be honest, it made Robinpaw grumpy, because she wanted to get on with the hunt. The older pair of cats, Cloverpatch and Finchstorm, who was Ravenpaw's mentor were already ahead of them.

Robinpaw turned around, gesturing to Ravenpaw that he should get going. To the tabby she-cat's annoyance, the gray tom seemed not to notice whatsoever, and kept dragging his paws.

Robinpaw sighed. Suddenly she heard a soft rustling. Ears perked, Robinpaw crouched, her view focused on a squirrel burying something in the leaves. She crept closer to the squirrel, ready to pounce, when a sharp yowl cut the air, startling the rodent, and causing it to flee.

Robinpaw grumbled, and stood up. The two warriors had stopped in their tracks, staring at the sky. Ravenpaw appeared beside her, a confused expression on his face. "What is it?" He mewed cautiously.

Cloverpatch turned to face the apprentices. "That. That was a cat."

Robinpaw stiffened. "W-what?" Ravenpaw looked around quickly, and sighed. "I smell something weird..." He whispered. Finchstorm's eyes widened. "That's blood."

Ravenpaw looked shocked. "What do we do?" Robinpaw mewed.

Finchstorm sighed. "We follow it."

Robinpaw hesitantly padded after the warriors, worried of what they might find. Ravenpaw was close beside her, trembling slightly. Robinpaw heard a soft whimpering. Looking up, she realized the warriors didn't seem to notice. Ravenpaw did though, for once in his life. Robinpaw gestured to a large bush a few fox lengths away, and the pair of apprentices split off from their mentors towards it.

The whimpering grew louder as they reached the bush. Robinpaw carefully ducked under it.

Beneath the bush, a gray she-cat was lying on the ground, struggling to get her paws underneath her. To Robinpaw's dismay, the gray cat's front paw was stuck in some...thing. It was gray, but not exactly gray, more like a shiny gray, like water.

Ravenpaw shoved into the bush, and stopped beside Robinpaw, a look of shock on his face. The pale gray cat looked up at him. "Raven?" She mumbled.

The dark tom shuffled uncomfortably. "Yeah.. it's me." Robinpaw looked shocked. "You know her?" The tabby gaped.

Ravenpaw sighed. "Robinpaw, this is Cherry... My sister."

Robinpaw was about to respond, when the two warriors shoved their way into the bush. Finchstorm grimaced at the sight of Cherry's trapped paw. "What is that thing?" Cloverpatch mewed.

"It's a twoleg trap. They're supposed to catch foxes or something, but most of the time some poor cat gets stuck." Finchstorm said darkly.

Ravenpaw looked nauseated. "What do we even do?" Robinpaw asked hesitantly.

Finchstorm sighed. "We can find something to wedge between her paw and the trap and see if we can pull it out then, or we could try to disengage it."

Cloverpatch broke a twig from the bush off in her mouth and dropped it. "Would this work?" Finchstorm nodded, and grasped the stick gently, sliding it over Cherry's paw, the gray cat wincing.

The cream tom wiggled the stick around to loosen the trap, and then he stood up, bit into Cherry's scruff, and pulled her away quickly, freeing her paw.

The pale gray she-cat yelped in pain, and Robinpaw felt sick to her stomach seeing the deep slice down her forepaw, the claws outstretched.

Cherry took a moment to gather herself, and then she stood. "Thanks." She mumbled, about to leave. "Wait!" Finchstorm yowled. "You should come back with us to get your cut looked at!"

The pale cat ignored him completely, and scampered off as best she could.

"I know you're behind me Rockpaw. Your stomping gives you away."

Rockpaw moaned pitifully. "Oh tragedy, I was looking forward to jumping on you!"

Cedarpaw giggled, and swept her tail over him, feeling strangely light. Rockpaw was an older apprentice, prone to mischief and pranks. He'd put a beetle in her nest the first day of her apprenticeship, and hadn't stopped bugging her for a while, and was always leaving strange things in her nest. Still, the tom could be hilarious, and she had to admit it was nice to hang out with him.