The same routine happened over and over again...with the attacks of Bramblefang, and now his 'superior' friends joined in, coming up with explanations. Badger-fox-rogue attack-ambush from another Clan, so on.

But right now, anyway, she was asked for a review of hunting, so...

She slowly crept in and pounced on a mouse, biting its throat. She could move her aching paws no more, so she dragged herself and her prey back to camp.