Nightpaw's POV
At sunhigh we started to walk back to camp. Cinderheart's grey fur was bristling in anger.
When we entered camp she snarled at me "go get some food and rest tomorrow we are going hunting".
My mentor stalked to the fresh kill pile, grabbed a vole and flung it down, and next to my aunt Hollyleaf.
My father who is her brother always tells me I look like her. And I reckon I do with my fluffy black fur and green eyes.
I felt my heart breaking when I heard what Cinderheart said "she is useless she couldn't harm a fly uggh I wish I had gotten her sister Whitepaw so then I could accomplish something". Hollyleaf looked at her in shock "Cinderheart"! She exclaimed. "It was only her first time out of camp be nice".
I then halfheartedly grabbed a plump mouse and sat next to my littermates. I brightened for a second maybe ALL mentors are like that.
But later I realized how wrong I was. Apparently Jayfeather taught Lightpaw the best places to gather herbs and the most basic ones. And Dovewing showed Whitepaw the boarders and how to hunt.
My mentor officially hates my guts. At least it is Greenleaf. I picked up my mouse and put it back on the pile.
"Im tired I'll see you guys tomorrow" I sighed. My siblings shared a look. I am usually the one with the most energy.
A huge scratch on my side ached but even I know that you don't used sheathed claws in a training session. But ive covered it by fluffing out my thick fur.
When I got to my nest I barley had enough energy to wash myself.
I fell asleep right away.