Moons past.

"Hey Cherrypaw," called Littlepaw.

"Go away, mouse-brain."

He watched as she stalked away, then looked away.

"Littlepaw!"

He bounced over to his mentor.

"Yes?" he looked to Flickerblaze. 

"You'll have a warrior assessment today," he waved his tail.

"Ooh!" he meowed.

"Go on," smiled Flickerblaze.

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Littlepaw wriggled his haunches.

Mouse!

He crept in slowly on a mouse, pouncing on it and nipping its the"oat.

"Thank you, StarClan for this prey!" he yowled.

He sniffed the air, and soon a squirrel scurried out, snuffling around a tree. Suddenly, its little nostrils twitched.

Littlepaw froze. The squirrel could smell him! He was standing in the opposite direction Flickerblaze said!

But his freezing was short-lived. He bolted toward the squirrel.

Crack!

A leaf crackled as he crushed them under his paws! Argh!

Angrily, he just pounced directly on the squirrel and bit down on its spine.

Flickerblaze padded out, amused. "That was quite the pounce the second time," he mused.

Littlepaw's tail tip twitched.

"Alright, you passed," Flickerblaze laughed, "Let's go back to camp."