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    A pure brown and white tom cat strolled around camp grounds, waiting for his new mentor. He was so anxious -- It was his first day of training! He excitedly jumped and played around, at the same time, wondering and thinking about his mentor.
    Where could you possibly be? the tom thought to himself, now getting tired of his wrestling.


    He sat boredly in the clearing of camp, listening to the sounds of closeby rabbits, warriors sharing tongues, and the careful mews of kits in the nursery. He could even hear the leader having a slight conversation with the deputy. What ever that kept his mentor, he wish it would hurry it up.[/size]

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    [size=7pt]"Sure am!" he gladly grinned, his tail pointing straight up excitedly. "What took you?" He licked his paw pad and padded down his head fur, trying to look nice. Forgetting he asked a question, he began to ask more. "Are we going to kill a badger today? Or wait -- We are going to battle Shadowclan away from our borders! Don't tell me! We are going to teach Windclan a lesson! No no --"
    Bristlepaw spat out question by question, not even worrying about any answer that his mentor could meow.     [/size]

    [size=7pt]His expression turned into a frustrated frown. "That's IT?!" He put his paw down and lashed his tail across the dirt floor of the forest.
    "I want to learn a battle move! What's fun about a patrol? Let's go get prey for the elders! Or the queens! Maybe teach me the Windclan SPECIAL MOVE!"    [/size]

    A female rouge ran into the camp. Her name? Dashfoot, the fastest of all the clans or tribes or rouges. She quickly picked up a kit and ran out. She headed for where Rainstone told her to be. Rainstone, Sorrowheart, Bloodfeather, and Brushtail waited in the bushes, ready to ambush any cats that where chasing Dashfoot.