When Fireheart padded confidently into the Thunderclan camp carrying a plump mouse, the clan fell silent and all eyes, blue, green and amber, were on him. He had suspected this, so simply strolled over to the fresh kill pile (which was devastatingly small), delivered his kill and crawled into the warriors den. He arranged his moss for maximum comfort before settling down with a huge sigh and falling fast asleep.
Longtail let out a mew of contempt. "Who does he think he is, to come strolling in here like he is the leader of Starclan?" he spat.
Cloudpaw and the other apprentices glared at him. Fireheart was Cloudpaw's uncle and after getting over the fact that Cloudpaw used to live with Twolegs, the apprentices had become fond of the brave little cat so didn't like it when Darkstripe insulted his uncle in front of the whole clan.
"I don't think much of that mange pelt being deputy." muttered Swiftpaw . "I know he's my mentor but…"
"I know." sighed Brightpaw. "It should have been your uncle, Cloudpaw. It's clear that he was Bluestar's favourite."
Cloudpaw looked thankfully at the pretty tortoiseshell. "Do you want to come hunting, Brightpaw?" he asked. "Sure" she said whilst getting up. "Do you want to come too?" she asked Swiftpaw.
"No, sorry I promised I'd go to The Sandy Hollow with Thornpaw to practice a new battle move he made up." he mewed before rolling his eyes, "Thornpaw is always coming up with these moves and using me to try them on before showing Mousefur, they usually don't work very well." Cloudpaw and Brightpaw meowed together in amusement.
"Come on then!" Brightpaw mewed to Cloudpaw.
"I'm coming!" he replied and he two cats leaped away together and disappeared through the bramble tunnel.