the yellow tabby stood in the middle of a clearing. she had her head and long, thin tail held high with pride and dignity. lemonpaw, as small as she was, felt much bigger than any of her clanmates. at her feet layed a large fish, killed with impressive skill. lemonpaw looked left and right, hoping that somebody - anybody - would turn to look at her catch. she let out a small purr and sat down before batting the fish with her paw. sure, she knew that she shouldn't play with her food, but with such an impressive catch, surely nobody would be able to scold her.