[Slatepaw]

As the two Riverclan warriors returned to camp, Sandwhisker lead the way to the fresh kill pile, leaving her vole amongst the meek offerings, though she was glad to bring Fennelnose and thier good sized fish. "Yes. And you're Fennelnose, right?" She smiled at them sweetly, before going to sit and groom her pelt a little after the hunt.
Within a moment, a muddled scoff sounded from her mouth as she looked at the other, "Whoever trained you to fish needs a lashing." The sandy ginger she-cat shook her head roughly as her tail lashed a little. She wanted to be a mentor so badly and the idea of a mentor failing thier apprentice brought a great anger to her chest. @pathos

(OOC: Oops! I posted this in the wrong place. Sorry!!)