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Chapter 2
Raccoonpaw and his mentor had trained what seemed like all day. By the time that they got back, the apprentice fell over beside the fresh-kill pile. He looked over at Shellpaw and Shinepaw, realizing that they clearly hadn’t been trained as hard. *Oh, come on! Why do THEY get less work? I think we should get the same amount of work. This is unfair.* He sighed heavily, reaching his muzzle for a large thrush.
“Rest now, we’re getting back to work tomorrow.” Shadefoot passed his apprentice, tail flicking.
You have got to be kidding me! This is ridiculous! Raccoonpaw spat at the ground, but began eating soon after. *I’m sure they’ll go through what you are.* He sighed, finally finishing the bird off. He scrambled up, stalking over to his sisters.
“Hi, Raccoonpaw!” Lightkit lifted up. “How was your training, brother?”
“It was terrible.” Racconpaw hissed quietly. “How about you two? You don’t look like you’ve done anything of the sort.”
“It was fun!” Shinepaw barged in. “We explored Winterclan territory today. What did you do?”
“That and I learned the basics of hunting. Shadefoot really worked me hard today!” Raccoonpaw sighed. “You’re lucky that you didn’t have to do anything today. My paws are KILLING me!”
They rambled and chatted for most of the night until they decided to sleep.

The morning dawn arose with a chilling wind. Raccoonpaw awoke, shivering a bit. It was still early dawn. He trotted out into the clearing, noticing only his mother, Woollyshine was out. He trotted over to the she-cat. “Good morning, mother!” He purred softly. She turned to him, waving her tail politely. “Good morning, sunshine.” She nodded to him. “It’s good to see that leafbare hasn’t changed you.” She purred.
Raccoonpaw shot up, lifting his muzzle to the sky. “Leafbare already? It seems like leaf-fall just started!” He lowered his head. “I know. Your father, Flareheart agrees. Seems like leafbare just came a bit early this year.” Woollyshine shrugged. She stumbled back into the warm nursery.
*I wonder how Goldenspeckle is doing. Sharpfoot seems to be mauling her with attention.* Raccoonpaw decided not to check up on her, figuring that carrying kits would be difficult enough as is. I’m just glad that Shadefoot isn’t u- He cut himself off as he noticed the warrior stumbling out of the den. *Right as I think I’ll be fine.*
Shadeoot nodded to his apprentice. “Morning, Raccoonpaw. Grab some prey and we’ll start up your training.” Raccoonpaw shook his head. “Okay.” He slid down the small hill, racing over to the fresh-kill pile. “What are we doing today, sir?” He dipped his head respectfully to the tom.
Shadefoot cleared his throat. “We’re going to be hunting rabbits. Naturally, I’ll be there to help you. They’re not easy game to hunt.” He sat up.
Raccoonpaw sighed, but nodded. “When will I get battle training? I want to be there to protect Winterclan.” He eagerly grabbed a runt rabbit and began to slurp at the carcass.
“Soon, Raccoonpaw. You can’t rush your training. You only *just* became an apprentice. For now, finish up. We don’t have much time before the rest of Winterclan awakens.”
“Why would we want to go before Winterclan wakes up? It just seems pointless to me.” Raccoonpaw snorted. Shadefoot gulped down another bite. “We wouldn’t have to deal with anyone trying to stop you. I couldn’t tell you how much it happened to me.” He snorted.
Eventually, they left again, the sun still rising. *This is going to suck.* Raccoonpaw sighed, looking to his side. “The best rabbit hunting is in the moor.” Shadefoot picked up his speed.

Soon after, the pair of toms were already sprinting hard after a large rabbit. Raccoonpaw was quickly running out of breath, but he kept himself going. *Pull… through. Do this for your future, Raccoonpaw!*

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