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3. Elders and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders

It was five days after the border skirmish with ThunderClan. Thankfully they did not declare war, even though they did have more patrols out near ShadowClan's border. Echostar had her warrior retaliate by sending out more patrols near ThunderClan's border. Tensions were high and prey was scarce. Though Hawkwing lost his eye, he refused to retire, saying that he is still as good as any other warrior. As Rabbitpaw was on another hunting patrol, he managed to catch a mouse. Though it was a little morsel of a thing, he didn't stop his belly from growling. He scanned his surroundings, spotting or scenting no other cats nearby.

I've been working hard! I deserve some prey! He quickly gulped down the mouse so that no cat could see him eat it. I'll make it up with some more prey so that Silverwing doesn't have to know.

To Rabbitpaw's luck he scented another mouse. After burying the bones and covering the blood with snow, he silently stalked towards it. That's when he saw it. This one was surprisingly plump despite it being leafbare. It was washing its whiskers, blissfully unaware of the feline who planned to make it his prey. Right as he went to pounce, a large owl swooped down and beat him to it. It fluttered to a hole in the tree and vanished inside. Rabbitpaw spat a fury. That had been his prey! That no-good, frog-brained owl took his prey! He contemplated going after it, but stopped himself.

"Take the mouse then." He hissed towards the owl's nest. "I hope you choke on it."

Rabbitpaw was quick to look for more prey. Out in the distance he could see a wonderfully plump, bright coloured bird. As he approached he could see the clearing where the twoleg nest was. A twoleg kit was trying to climb a tree while the brightly coloured bird watched. Like the fat mouse, it seemed unaware that it would soon become prey. Right as he noticed him, Rabbitpaw pounced and swiftly bit the bird's neck. The twoleg kit screeched. Rabbitpaw looked up to see it was looking right at him. He quickly grabbed the bright bird and ran off. He heard the kit land on the ground and he quickly hid under a large bramble bush. He winced as the thorns settled into his pelt, but refused to leave knowing the twoleg was looking for him. To his relief the twoleg ran past.

I can go now... But again he stopped himself. What if she came back? What would he do. The he had an idea. Rabbitpaw poked his head out and opened his jaws, breathing in the surrounding scents. The twoleg wasn't around. He grabbed the bird in his jaws and ran until he got to a hole in a tree. There was the strong sting of fox scent, but it was stale enough for hiding here to be safe. He slipped in and dropped the bird, listening for any sounds. Annoyance rumbled in the back of his throat as he thought about what he was doing.

"All this for a bird?" Sure the bird looked like nothing he'd seen before, but it was a bird. There were plenty out there. Why was the twoleg so concerned with this one? He over-looked the bird. Maybe it had liked the bird feathers. It had a bright collection of blue, green, red, and even some yellow feathers. It also had a dull red beak that he had never seen before on a bird.

"Whatever the reason, it's ShadowClan's prey now." He picked the bird and popped his head out. The twoleg wasn't around so he dashed out, running at full speed until he nearly ran right onto the greenleaf twolegplace. He looked out onto the lake. He knew where to go from here. He carried the bird back to camp, no signs of the twoleg who chased after him. As he placed the prey into the very small freshkill pile, Silverwing quickly padded over.

"Thank StarClan! We almost sent out a search patrol for you! Where have you been?" She stopped and looked a his catch. "What it that?"

"I don't know. Some sort of bird. I caught it near the twoleg nest while the twolegs were gone." The last part was a lie, but his mentor didn't need to know that. She sniffed it carefully.

"It seems safe. Go get Brownwhisker to look at it, and if it's safe give it to Applestorm and her kits. It's enough to feed her and four little mouths."

"What about the elders?" Silverwing flicked back her ears.

"We lost Goldendusk and Torntail. It seems when no cat was looking they would give their prey to some of the warriors and apprentices that needed it." Rabbitpaw's belly knotted up. Torntail always given the cream and brown tom a share of his prey quite a few times and Goldendusk had been quite welcoming to him despite knowing he was, by blood, a kittypet. The only other elder he liked was Oddeye. Both Whitefern and Littleleaf would never give him a chance to help them and when he did they would complain about the smallest thing. Solemnly he brought the bird to Brownwhisker, who looked it over carefully.

"It's safe to eat." He informed the apprentice before letting Rabbitpaw leave. He squeezed inside the nursery and dropped the prey at Applestorm's paws. Her stern look went from the colourful bird to the apprentice who gave it to her.

"Brownwhisker said it was safe to eat." She gave a warning hiss.

"It better be." She carefully removed the feathers and took a cautious bite. She seemed to enjoy it, though her tone of voice would say otherwise. "It seems you're right. You can leave now."

The next morning, when Rabbitpaw woke up, he heard a commotion outside. He quickly scrambled to his paws and hurried out of the den. In the middle of the clearing lay a scrawny, limp, pale silver body. He was surprised to find a sob rising to his throat as he ran over to her.

"Silverwing!"