Bearswipe, a warrior, finds white apprentice-age she-cat. (Pagannight needed!)

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    Bearswipe, a brown striped she-cat warrior of ShadowClan padded into camp, a white she-cat outsider hanging like a kit in her jaws. Her teeth clamped on her snow colored scruff, she padded over to the leader's den, and set the she-cat down. "Now we wait for Pagannight," she mewed. The mud-colored she-cat sat down, her tail curled neatly around her paws. "Pagannight!" she called. "It's me, Bearswipe. I've found an apprentice-aged she-cat stealing our prey. She may make a good candidate for an apprentice. I could mentor her," she mewed importantly.

    Bearswipe nodded her broad head in greeting to Silverheart. "Greetings," she mewed respectfully. "This is a rogue I found on the border, in case you were wondering," the brown tabby said. "Probably not the best idea to bring her into the heart of our territory - camp, but I don't believe this sickly she-cat can do much, even if she tried," Bearswipe admitted, rolling her eyes at Spiritpaw. "If Pagannight would hurry up, I'd like to speak to him!" she mewed, impatiently.

    Pagannight's ear's perked. He didn't exactly have any idea what was going on, but he had heard his name while coincidentally being nearby. Perhaps something needed his assistance? "What is it?" The leader meowed as he emerged from a combination of bushes, surveying the scene in a general glance.

    Bearswipe nodded, her massive head. "Yes, Pagganight. Lostspirit is correct," she confirmed in a sing-songy tone. She shook her short ruddy brown tabby fur and blinked her amber eyes. "I found her stealing our prey, and I think she may be a good candidate for an apprentice...perhaps of my teaching," she mewed.

    Rainstorm and Stoneheart were walking to the leader's den, chatting about prey, when they saw Paggannight. Stoneheart bowed, he was just a warrior, and Rainstorm, the most experienced one, dipped her head to him. Then she nuzzled Stoneheart affectionatly