I'm back cause I finally have time to write lol

Robinpaw stretched, yawning. She wished there was something for her to do, but Cloverpatch wasn't feeling well, or something, and she was stuck in camp unless there was someone who wanted to be her mentor for the day. She couldn't even hang out with Cedarpaw, Sunpaw, or Ravenpaw because they were having some kind of assessment with Rockpaw.

She was, so. So. Bored.

Cedarpaw flicked her tail, squinting at what she thought was a mouse. She crouched, getting into position to pounce on the animal, inhaling deeply before striking. She sank her claws into it, grasping it to sink her teeth into the fuzzy flesh. Definitely a mouse. Cedarpaw stood up, and turned around to try and find Ravenpaw, her assigned hunting partner. He wasn't having an assessment like the others, but they needed an extra cat so everyone would have a partner. She hoped he was taking this seriously even if nothing was really on the line for him.

Cedarpaw saw dark gray fuzz in the corner of her eye, and caught a breath of Ravenpaw's sweet, softish scent. He padded up to her and dropped a dead bird at their feet. Cedarpaw smiled at him, and dropped her mouse beside it. "Um, I think, maybe we could split up to cover more ground? And see if we could find more prey that way?" Ravenpaw mewed hesitantly.

Cedarpaw laughed. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. I'll go towards the clearing... And you can go to the river!"

Ravenpaw purred quietly, before turning to bound away.

Robinpaw paced around the camp, feeling a few snowflakes hit her muzzle. It was flurrying again, great. That meant it would probably be a cold night, and tommorow she'd have to change all the wet bedding.

The boredom was getting to her. Normally she could probably go out by herself, but foxes had been spotted recently, so no one was allowed out without a buddy, especially apprentices.

Or.. well. Maybe no one would notice just once.

Cedarpaw padded into a large clearing, sniffing for mice. She didn't smell any, but what she did smell was.. Rockpaw. The older tom was pacing the clearing, seemly upset about something.

"Rockpaw?"

The tom flinched, and turned around to look at her.

Cedarpaw trotted up to him. "Is something wrong?" Rockpaw scoffed. "Your good for nothing brother ditched me."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, he's the mousebrain. You're just unlucky enough to be related to him."

Cedarpaw purred, but suddenly stopped, stiffening. She smelled something unfamiliar. Rockpaw seemed confused, but then the two of them heard a low growling. "It's a fox."

Robinpaw skipped alongside the riverbank, humming to herself. She glanced across the river, and froze. A cat was standing there, staring her down.

Cliffhanger~