This is the first time I've told any cat how my mentor died.
No cat would ever believe me. Do I blame them? Well, no, not really. Any (true) story I tell would be written off as the overactive imagination of a scared kit. What cat would believe me, anyway? I told them Pebbleclaw slipped off the rocks at the sides of the creek when the wind got too rough and the waves too choppy. He was always too ambitious a hunter for his own good, after all.
Everyone believed me. They had no reason to doubt, after all the territory had been experiencing rising waters, and the current swept everything away. Blood included.
They gave me a new mentor and acted like it was no big deal, and I reluctantly finished up my training, but the memories would stay with me forever. The truth of what happened that day would never leave me unless it got out, which I guess is why I'm telling you all this.
Pebbleclaw was one of the Clan's senior warriors. He was athletic, ambitious, and well-liked. The other apprentic