Sorry for this being up late! I will try to get these done faster and more efficiently. This and upcoming chapters will be written from Redpaws POV. Sorry if you love third person, but this is a lot easier for me to write without making things sound as awkward... I hope.

(Redpaws POV)

As I padded out of the den, I stood still to let my eyes adapt to the sudden bright light. The warm light felt nice against my cold pelt. After being contained in the medicine cat den with Poppyheart and Spottedpaw. Without warning, I felt something small thud against my flank. I quickly jumped and turned around, unsheathing my claws. Fear crept into my mind, I thought I saw the flash of fur. It seemed similar to the rogues that chased me a couple days or maybe a week ago. Which one I did not know.

I quickly turned to see just kits, play fighting by the apprentice's den. Their faces flash with fear as I set my eyes on them. I quickly lay my fur down and retracted my sharp claws.

Scared to know if any cats noticed, I quickly glanced around the camp to see many cats staring at me. More or less with an amused look, some with a vacuous expression, some with a aspect of hatred that make my insides tighten. Embarrassed and humiliated, I went off to search for my mentor, Blizzardclaw.

I found him having a friendly conversation with a dark ginger she-cat, who I've never met or just never talked to. Not wanting to cut into their conversation, I looked around the camp once more. I found myself looking over at the apprentice's den. I would be sleeping there for my first time tonight. As I padded over to the den, I noticed a small pile of moss next to it. Changing course a little bit, I headed over to the pile of moss.

"Redpaw! Get over here!"

Well, about fucking time.

The wind brushed against my fur. The sound of wind blocked out all other sounds and in front of me, the blur of my mentor and every thing in front of me disappeared in a flash. My lungs were quickly running out of breath as I slowly slowed down.

"Hurry up! You slow, sorry piece of-" He halted mid-sentence. Blizzardclaw stood still, as if to be frozen. I came up next to him panting.

My heart was pounding against my chest from the long journey across the forest, if that wasn't the whole forest, I would be surprised.

Looking at my surroundings, I gasped. Around me, like anywhere else in this forest was trees, but what caught my attention was a giant oak, so tall it towered over the other trees. Its old bark had an odd look to it, like its bark held no true color the other trees did. It looked... dead.

I stopped and looked at Blizzardclaw. His green eyes showed nothing, but I could tell he was hiding something. What is he going to say to me? Why did he stop mid sentence? Did I do something wrong?

His eyes bore into mine, so I sniffed the air, hoping for some kind of reason to relive the awkward tension. At first I was troubled, as my mentor starred at me expectantly.

"Prove yourself." He whispered quietly.

Frightened, I sniffed the air. What does he mean by that? I thought to myself. The nonexistent wind made it difficult to locate anything.

Then I could smell it, as well as hear it. I could smell the musky scent prey, very close. Instinctively, I got into my best hunter's crouch. I used my ears to locate the fresh kill as it scraped its paws against the ground and bark.

I slowly slithered across the ground, one paw in front of the other. No more than a tail-length away now was my target.

A small brown mouse, not the plumpest, but at least it was something. This was my chance. As I crept closer, I heard I twig snap from underneath me. The mouse peeked its head up then scurried back into the hole which it came from.

"Mouse dung!" I hissed loudly.

"Worthless." Blizzardstrike spat, his eyes narrowing.

Pinestar, why does he have to be my mentor? I thought bitterly.

Thank Shadowfur1017 for helping me out with this chapter. Also do you think Blizzardclaw is going to treat Redpaw poorly or will they eventually get along, just out of curiosity.