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"Already doing mych better than I was last time I went fishing. I didn't catch so much as a rock." Bumblepaw chuckled, watching Cloudpaw go to work.

Cloudpaw stepped to the side. "Here, why don't you try? I could give you a couple tips if you want." She offered, shifting from paw to paw.

Lilacpaw laughed and glanced down at her own battered legs. "Oh, no, I look like a disaster! I have a reputation!" She wailed over dramatically and fell to cleaning herself with a vigor.

Pebblepaw collapsed into a fit of laughter. "Just call it a badge of honor—a sign of our noble battle to feed the clan," she teased, lifting her head and puffing out her chest slightly in her best attempt at a heroic posture. She glanced around the camp, which was slowly emptying as their clanmates filtered back to their prior activities and disappeared into dens. "Come on—I think things have calmed down enough for us to bring our catch to the elders."

Bumblepaw watched with admiration at how easy Cloudpaw made it seem. It looked like anyone could do it. Well, apparently not anyone, because he still managed to miss the fish he was aiming for.

Bumblepaw nodded, trying his best to imitate Cloudpaw's instructions. He intently watched for the telltale silver flash, and was not dissapointed. Catching one in the corner of his eye, he lashed out. His claw caught on something fleshy, so he whipped it out as quickly as possible.

Cloudpaw cheered. "You did it! I knew you could do it. You catch on quickly!" She exclaimed. Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she gazed at Bumblepaw. "Quicker than Lilacpaw, at least. That cat will not step a paw near a river!" She purred in laughter. "But anyways. Do you think you're close to being given your warrior name?" She asked.

"Oh, come on. I have a long way to go before I'm a warrior. You were apprenticed before me, remember?" She purred. "Besides, you're not that bad! You can fish now, after all! A little practice and you'll be better than me! We should train together more often. I think I could learn something from you." She continued, her whiskers twitching happily.

𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓑𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓮--mind if we rope Nightheart into Lilacpaw and Pebblepaw's rp? They're about to get to the elder's den ^-^)

"Good idea," Pebblepaw replied, though the sound was muffled almost to obscurity as she closed her jaws around the hawk's available wing. Hiking it up—much more efficiently now that she had some practice—she took a step toward the elder's den, holding her tail high on the off chance that any of her clanmates happened to be watching.

(So I decided to bring back my streak of creating mediocre versions of the cats in the clan! www.wattpad.com/543071931-the-cat-of-sparrowclan-hey-cats-again Lol... I'm gonna kill myself with stress one day)
Cloudpaw laughed. "I've already mastered that skill! You're better at hunting squirrels than me, though. I've never caught one in my life." She sighed. Her paw flashed out again, this time bringing up nothint but a pawful of dirt.

"Ugh. This thing is heavy!" Lilacpaw complained, lifting the hawk as far up as she could. Carefully she stepped backwards towards where she knew the elder's den was, trying to act as if carrying it was easy. Finally she dropped it in the elders den, her eyes sparkling with accomplishment. "Hi, Nightheart! We brought you some prey!" She said.

Bumblepaw shrugged, despite the fact that Cloudpaw couldn't see him. "You could say that, but honestly even then I'm not that good."

Nightheart glanced up from his nest as the two apprentices made their prescence known. "Well well well, look what we've go there!" He exclaimed, sitting up and stretching, before padding over to them. He sniffed the hawk for a second, before nodding approvingly. "It's been a long time since I've seen one of those. Reminds me of my old clan actually."

"Oh, don't be so modest!" Cloudpaw insisted. "Anyways. See how fast that fish is swimming? It heard and saw us fishing here. It'll be much harder to catch. How about we bury these fish and hunt something else for a bit?" She suggested, splashing her pelt in the river to get the last of the mud out of her pelt.

"Tell us about your old clan Nightheart! What other prey did you catch? Where did you hunt?" Lilacpaw asked, speaking so quickly she slurred her words. "Oh, what where the other cats there like?"

"Wow!" Pebblepaw gushed, her unruly tail waving with enthusiasm and knocking against the side of the den with a thud. She blushed, quickly shifting her position, and let it twist in a small arc behind her. "There are clans up in the mountains?" She wrinkled her nose playfully. "It sounds cold! Why would they want to live there."

Cloudpaw looked intently at Bumblepaw. "Is there something you're not telling me?" She asked, worry slipping into her voice. She brushed a fly away from him with her tail.

Lilacpaw's eyes shined with curiosity. "It must've taken a lot of work. Catching this hawk was hard!" She sighed, glancing at her muddy paws and attempting to shake some of it off. Mud splattered onto the ground. "Sorry!" She apologized hastily.

"Well, I wasn't one of the ones who ever could catch a hawk to save my life. My stategies were as good as yours." Nightheart purred, glancing at the apprentices.

Bumblepaw shook his head. "Nope. Not really." He commented. Of course there was something he could have said, but poor old him didn't have enough courage.