Firepaw steps into the sandy-hollow where Tigerclaw was waiting, he was the first to appear back. He drops the thrush at Tigerclaw's paws.
"You're the first back," Meowed the warrior.
"Yeah but I got loads more prey to fetch," Firepaw mewed quickly. "I buried it back "
"I know exactly what you did," Tigerclaw growled. "I've been watching you,"
The swish of the bush announces Graypaw's return. He drops his squirrel next to Firepaw's thrush. "Yuck!" he spats "I'll be picking hair out of my teeth all evening." Tigerclaw paid no attention to Graypaw's grumbling.
"Ravenpaw's late," he observes. "We'll give her a little longer before we head back to camp,"
"What if she's been bitten by an adder?" Firepaw protested.
"Then it's her own fault," Tigerclaw replied coldly. "There's no room for fools in ThunderClan," Then it was silent, Firepaw was the first to scent Ravenpaw. She pushes through the bush, dangling from her mouth was the long, diamond-patterned body of an