Ch. 4
Flowpaw ran through the forest. It has been two moons since Swoopkit died. It was one moon since Flowpaw and her other two siblings became apprentices. Featherpaw was always busy with battle training with her mentor, Twistletail. Flightpaw is always hunting, with his mentor, Stormheart. Flowpaw never got to talk to either of them anymore. The times that they were not busy, Flowpaw was working with her mentor, Rosepelt.
Flowpaw looked up and scented the air. She could sense a mouse nearby eating a nut. Flowpaw knelt into the hunters position. She spotted the mouse under a tree, and krept toward it. Flowpaw readied her self to pounce.
"Flowpaw!" Flowpaw let out a howl of frustration, the cat who called her scared away the mouse.
"What?" Flowpaw asked turning on the voice.
It was Heatherpaw.
"What, Heatherfpaw?" Flowpaw asked again. Then Flowpaw added,"You probably scared away all the prey in the whole forest with all you yelling, Mousebrain."
Heatherpaw ignored her insult, and she spoke with a quivering voice,"Rose.. Rosepelt's dead."
Flowpaw's face went from mad, to sheer dread, she asked in the same voice as Heatherpaw,"How?"
"Just come," Heatherpaw spoke softly, "I'll explain later."
Flowpaw followed Heatherpaw toward the ThunderClan camp. Flowpaw recalled the last time she spoke with Rosepelt. Rosepelt's words echoed in her head, Flowpaw, you are a great apprentice, one day you will lead your clan to great things. I will always love you like my own daughter. Now, go hunt.
Flowpaw thought, Why did Rosepelt have to be the one to die? First Swoopkit, now Rosepelt. Why?