Fricken mice. I love hunting. by CommanderCaw, literature
Literature
Fricken mice. I love hunting.
Maybe it wasn’t their best decision, going out on a hunting patrol with only two apprentices. But Pebblepaw is almost a warrior! It’s fine. They’ll be fine. It’s not like anything weird has been happening lately in the valley or anything. It’s a quiet period, they already dealt with their obligatory rogue problem recently. ...Not that it was even really a rogue problem. Suffice it to say, Adderpaw’s head isn’t exactly focused on the hunt at paw, his mind wandering elsewhere. Littleclaw seems to be distasteful of rogues, even the ones that clearly needed their help. That did no wrong. It hasn’t sat well with him the past couple of moons since the battle. He wasn’t in it, but… His own mentor unwilling to help others. It’s still bothering him. Enough to go on a hunt with a different cat, an apprentice at that. Pebblepaw is a good friend, though. They idly chat during the hunt, personalities clicking well enough. That makes two friends that Adderpaw has. Two. One of them, he hasn’t