"Maplepaw wake up we are going on patrol" Whispers a sand-colored she-cat.

"I'm up Sandpaw," Maplepaw said as she stretched.

"Whitestorm and Mousefur said we are allowed to get some fresh kill before we go," Sandpaw says. The apprentices walk out into the clearing and to the fresh-kill pile. Maplepaw grabs a plump vole and Sandpaw grabs a wood mouse. A white tom and a brown she-cat walk out of the warriors' den.

"Maplepaw and Sandpaw good" The dim light made it hard to recognize the tom and she-cat but Maplepaw recognized the voice of her mentor.

"Mousefur do you want a mouse" Maplepaw asks politely. 

"Uh... Whitestorm do you want a chaffinch" Sandpaw says scrambling to find one.

"I would like a mouse and I'm sure Whitestorm would love a chaffinch," Mousefur said.

"Yes, I would," Whitestorm says. The mentors walk the last few paw steps to the apprentices. Mousefur picks up the mouse and Whitestorm picks up the chaffinch.

"Once we are done we can leave for the patrol," Mousefur says. The two warriors dive into their meals. In a few moments, the prey is gone and the patrol walks over to the entrance. Longtail was sitting there on guard duty. 

"Hey," Longtail said in greeting.

"Hello, Longtail," Whitestorm said. The patrol walked out into the forest. 

Ravenpaw woke up. Everyone in the den was gone besides for Maplepaw's calm body.