GoldHolly sighed as she looked around the dreary camp, feeling left out as usual. She let her mind travel off on the thought, wondering if someday she might become deputy.. No, she shook the thought away, knowing she wasn't worthy of such an honor. Exhaling her breath, the dark cat swiftly glided away from her spot and in to the forest, eyes glittering with the sight. As a leaf fell behind her and caught her by surprise, she whipped around and grabbed it fiercely, biting in to the air, as though there was a cat there. Coming to her senses that it was just a leaf, another dreadful wave of guilt caught her mind. 'What if that was a real cat. What is someone got hurt.' It cluttered her mind as she began to uselessly tear the leaf up, giving a huff of dissaproval to her thoughts. 'I will catch a fowl, and bring it to the leader as offering. It will do me no good, but it will help the clan.' GoldHolly thought to herself, twitching her whiskers before quickly hunting out a bird. Tackling it from behind, the fowl had not a second to move before it's back was snapped in the jaws of the feline, who began to prance proudly back to camp. But still her guilty thoughts stole her grace and pride away as her prance turned to a loom. She wasn't an apprentice anymore, catching a fowl would get nothing more than a thank you... 'What are you thinking...' She thought to herself with a small shake of her head.