okok... he was an apprentice. this was his task, right? his duty? to help maintain the camp...? he couldnt fish nor hunt on loud yet, at least he could do this!

the rain was beating down on his back, the prey looked more rotten then usual... the scent made his stomach turn but Splinterpaw swallowed it back.

he removed a rotten goose, two rather stinky fish, and a mouse. Splinterpaw would haul the rotten carcasses away, his appetite gone for anything else.

he couldn't help but hope gingerfrost was proud of his... uh... contribution?
or well, lack of it.


10-4=6