Whining a little, the white and grey tom sat down in the center of the hollow. He wrapped his tail around his paws- a habit he picked up from watching his father do it- and stared in the direction of camp. That was surely the way his mentor, Fuzzybee, would be coming from.
But what if she never came? What if she already thought of him unfit to be a warrior, and called the assessment off? Or maybe she told him to do it at another time, and he forgot. He forgot a lot of things. His memory wasn't that great. Maybe he was worrying