Warriors~Clan of Tragedy

Ferretpaw slowly stalked a rabbit through the trees. He slid his paws across the damp grass. When he found the right time, he pounced on it and slashed his claws across its neck. Duskfur, his mentor, emerged from the bushes. "Good job, Ferretpaw. You did well during the assessment." Ferretpaw dipped his head to him. "Thank you, Duskfur," he said. "Are we going back to camp?" As Duskfur slowly padded away, he looked back and answered, "Yes. I'll help you carry your prey back to camp."

Back at the RiverClan camp, Ferretpaw carried a pigeon he had caught into the Elders' Den. "Does anyone need something to eat?" he asked. "No, we're all fine," Sparrowstorm called to him. She walked across the den toward Ferretpaw. She asked him, "You just got finished with your assessment, right?" "Yeah," he said, "Duskfur said I did well! I'm glad." Sparrowstorm smiled at him. "You're very talented. You should go rest now. You can eat that pigeon." She added in a strange tone, "Maybe go talk to Icepaw..." "Hey! I don't like her anymore than-" Another elder interrupted, "Hey, I didn't get anything." She shot him an angry glance. Ferretpaw stepped in front of her. "No, it's alright Sparrowstorm. I'll just go catch a fish to eat!" He set the mouse in front of the elder, Darkclaw, and walked out of the den. Duskfur was standing in front of him. "It's unlike you to voluntarily take fresh-kill to the elders. I'm impressed.""Well, I have to do that if I want to be a warrior!" Ferretpaw told him, then padded off to the river. Duskfur felt a sense of pride watching his apprentice walk off.