❝ 𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳𝚂 ❞
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Spottedsong felt a shiver run down her spine as she stood erect and looking Cypressstar straight in his cold amber eyes. She unsheathed h...
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SPOTTEDPAW CREEPED THROUGH the dense undergrowth of her territory's forest. She followed the little paw prints of an animal that skittered through here earlier, and its scent was fresh.
She spotted the tiny animal: A mouse. Not big, but an extra piece of prey for the Clan. She dropped to a crouch, fixing her gaze on the mouse. She stalked forward, placing her paws in the ground carefully and quietly.
Crack!
Fox dung! Spottedpaw's breath caught in her throat, but she stayed quiet and immediately leaped on the mouse. She caught it in her paws and killed it with a swift bite to the neck. She picked up her fresh-kill, thanking StarClan for the prey, and headed towards where Hollyfern and Owlheart said they would meet her.
Hollyfern was already there, her tail curled over her nimble paws, sitting behind her little pile of fresh-kill. "Welcome back. I would expect Owlheart to be here already."
"But it's fine. Prey is plentiful, so the Clan has much to feed on," Spottedpaw pointed out.
"Yes, yes. You're very smart." Hollyfern's gaze turned to the bushes. "Oh, Owlheart, there you are!"
The gray-and-white tom emerged from the woods with his mouth full of two mice. He put his catches down in front of Hollyfern. "Are we going to go back to camp or what?" he asked teasingly.
"Yes. We were just waiting for you," Hollyfern answered as she and Spottedpaw took her prey in her jaws and began to head towards the camp.
Spottedpaw followed her mentor and Hollyfern into the camp and put her prey on the fresh-kill pile. She spotted her brother, Cloudpaw, near there, talking to Frozenfang. Cloudpaw had been hanging out with Frozenfang a lot for a while. Sometimes Spottedpaw saw him sharing tongues with her over some fresh-kill. Spottedpaw sighed, amused, and padded towards her den. Skypaw was there, sharing tongues with Mousepaw.
"Couldn't you do that somewhere else?" Spottedpaw asked as she walked up.
Mousepaw was the first to look up. "Oh, hi! Sorry, Skypaw insisted."
Skypaw cast a mischievous glance at Mousepaw. "But you agreed."
Mousepaw flicked her ear dismissively. "Still."
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath the Snowrock!"
"Oh, there it is," Mousepaw mewed. "Come on, Skypaw. You can come with us if you like, Spottedpaw."
"Sure." Spottedpaw followed the two apprentices towards the spot where the rest of the Clan was gathering. She sat beside Skypaw and looked up towards the very top of the Snowrock where Lynxstar was sitting with her tail curled over her paws.
Dawnsplash was the last to come over. Flykit and Icekit bounced at her heels. She stood beside her nephew, Whitefoot.
"Today is a very special day," Lynxstar began. "I have called you all here today to appoint the Clan's kits as apprentices. Flykit and Icekit, come forward please."
