Swiftfire stalked over the moorland with a fire in her step. An unsettling feeling of failure burned every fur on her pelt, and she wanted to rake her claws over her previous apprentice's ears. But he was nowhere to be found. She had..tried. But her rambunctious little brother had probably wandered off one too many times, and tested his luck just a bit too much.
But still...she had a chance to succeed with Dirtpaw. But he was older than Wildpaw. And he had already had a previous mentor.
She picked up the scent of rabbit. It had been so long since she had picked up a fresh rabbit scent. Crouching, she flicked her tail to Dirtpaw, "Get down!" She hissed softly. "How much do you know about hunting?" Swiftfire asked, glancing over to her apprentice.
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