"Are you sure Sandstorm wouldn't mind if we went hunting?" Sorrelpaw asked as she bounced after Brambleclaw. The tortoiseshell was always energetic and bounced all over the place like she was still a kit. It would not be long until she earned her warrior name and joined Brambleclaw in the warriors' den.
"It's preparation for your assessment," Brambleclaw replied. "But if you want to pass, you'll have to stop bouncing about like a kit so you won't scare all the prey away."
"A kit?" Sorrelpaw echoed. "Never! I'm an apprentice, nearly a warrior. I've been out of the nursery for long enough to not act like a kit."
"I know. There's no denying that."
Sorrelpaw automatically stopped, Brambleclaw staring at her. Sorrelpaw lowered herself into the hunter's crouch, her tail and belly fur brushing against the grass. Carefully, she crept forward, Brambleclaw observing for flaws in it. Disappearing into the bushes, the apprentice must have sprung forward.
Walking through the bushes, Bramblecl