Brightpaw trotted out of camp. She figured she should help get some fresh-kill for the clan. As she rounded a few trees she finally heard some scuffling in the undergrowth. Brightpaw stealthily stalked forward and at the last moment, she lunged. She had killed a mouse and it was scrawny. She sighed and set it down, pushing some dirt over it before continuing on. When she arrived back at camp she had a squirral, a mouse, and a thrush. She took them all to the measily fresh-kill pile before picking out a thrush for herself and going to te entrance of the apprentices' den to eat.