"Fluffypaw!"

Fluffypaw whipped towards the noise, padding towards his mentor.

"Today you will be assessed for your warrior ceremony," explained Sharpfang. "Should have been fighting, not hunting..."

Fluffypaw's fur bristled with excitement. "Fina-I mean thank you!" he yowled.

Running out of camp, a scent hit his nose. Mouse!

He crept in slowly on a mouse, pouncing on it and nipping its throat.

He sniffed the air, and soon a vole scurried out, snuffling around a tree. 

He pounced on the vole and bit down on its spine.

A thrush and finch were pecking at some seeds.

He crept up slowly, pouncing on the thrush and biting the throat of the bird.

The finch frantically started flapping his wings, but he leapt in the air, snagging the bird with a claw and biting the throat as the light went out of the eyes.

He raced back to his mentor, showing him the prey.

"Alright. You passed. Barely," growled Sharpfang, flicking his tail back to camp.