Good job! You all earned a break," said Pouncefoot. Racconpaw stepped off of Badgerpaw, panting. Her brother scrambled to his paws, shaking dirt from his pelt. She looked over at Bearpaw and Snakepaw, still wrestling in the dirt. "Training is over," Hawktalon snapped. Her sister and Bearpaw broke apart. Blood welled on Snakepaw's ear tip. "Hey! You hurt her!" Racconpaw growled. Bearpaw shrugged his powerful shoulders. "It was an accident." Racconpaw took a long look at Bearpaw. Even though they had only been apprentices for a moon and a half, Bearpaw was already growing into a strong bulky tom. He narrowed his eyes at her, and the tip of his tail twitched. Bearpaw almost always had his lips slightly peeled back, just so you could see his fangs. Racconpaw suddenly felt uneasy around him. "I'm fine," Snakepaw said cooly. "In the future, be more careful, and always fight with sheathed claws," Pouncefoot directed his words at Bearpaw. Hawktalon's fur bristled, as if he didn't like someone else telling his apprentice what to do, which was probably true. "Can we hunt?" Racconpaw asked. "Sure, it's your free time," said Pouncefoot, before disappearing into the undergrowth with Hawktalon. "I wonder what Maplemist is doing," Racconpaw wondered out loud. "Who cares," said Snakepaw, flicking dirt and moss from her claws. "Well, I'm glad Lynxear isn't here, that grumpy old badger," Racconpaw retorted. "Eh, true enough," her sister responded. "I thought we said we were going to hunt," said Bearpaw, already walking away. The apprentices went in separate directions, looking for prey. Today it was rather warm, for leaf-bare. Hopefully prey will be out. She spotted a shrew snuffling around some fallen leaves. Remembering what her mentor taught her, she pounced. Slamming her paw down, she finished the shrew off quickly. Just then, Bearpaw burst from the undergrowth. "That was my prey!" He spat. "Well, I caught it first," she said. For a second her heart stopped, as Bearpaw loomed over her, face twisted in an angry snarl. Then he simply shrugged. "Ok, fair enough." "Hey, great catch!" Racconpaw turned around as Badgerpaw came into view. He was followed by Snakepaw. "Let's play!" Said Badgerpaw excitedly. "Play? Playing is for kits," Snakepaw snorted. Badgerpaw looked crestfallen. "I don't see any harm in playing," said Bearpaw, as he leaped onto a low tree branch. "As long as what ever we play, I get to be leader," he declared. "Your always leader," said Snakepaw. "Is there any reason I shouldn't be?" He growled, turning towards Snakepaw and giving her a hard stare. Snakepaw stared back, but didn't say anything. "Um, how 'bout we explore?" Racconpaw suggested hopefully. They all turned and looked at her. Finally Bearpaw said, "Okay," and took the lead. You always get final say! Racconpaw thought, but followed him anyway.
Bearpaw glanced back at the others as they neared Spiritclan border. They're as slow as slugs! "Um, I don't think we should be here," said Badgerpaw. "Why not? We're not doing any harm," said Snakepaw. "Yeah," said Racconpaw, turning to her brother. "But still," protested Badgerpaw. Leaving them to argue, Bearpaw slipped off towards the border by himself. As he neared it, Bearpaw picked up a fresh scent. It was Spiritclan, but mixed with a sweet milky scent. Kit scent. Suddenly two kits tumbled out from a clump of heather, fur a mess, and onto Wildclan territory. They were both toms. One was a dark brown tabby kit, while the other was a sandy brown with dark brown paws. "What are you doing on Wildclan territory?" Bearpaw snarled. Unfazed, the kits walked right up to him. "I'm Huntingkit," said the dark tabby. "And I'm Runningkit," said the sandy one. "What are you doing, out of camp?" Bearpaw asked. Huntingkit shrugged. "Camp's scary, it's much safer on Wildclan territory," he said. Camp scary, eh? Safer on a rival clans territory? That's a new one. "Why is it scary?" Bearpaw asked causally. "Oh, vicious rogue cats are attacking the patrols and taking cats," Huntingkit said. "Everyone is always arguing now," Runningkit added. Rogue cats able to defeat clan cats? These must be some rogues. "Ok," Bearpaw began. "Now get off my territory!" He snarled, springing forward and lashing a paw out at the kits. Squealing in alarm, the kits raced away. Bearpaw watched them go with a feeling of satisfaction. These rogue cats will make worthy enemies. He shook his head. No, good allies.