Grasswhistle pulls me back as I lunge for the gray tabby. "Bonepaw!" he yowls, throwing me to the ground. "Don't start fights! I'm reporting you to Heronstar for this!" The gray tabby has suffered the same treatment by his mentor. Grasswhistle and the other mentor lock eyes and nod to each other before we all head off to our camps. "Ow," I complain, my shoulder aching. Really, I'm upset about the fact that I couldn't start a fight, but at least I'll have to stay back from the Wintertruce. And I can kill those kits. When we reach the camp, Grasswhistle alerts Heronstar. "This mud-brain decided to start a fight with a ColdClan apprentice, unprovoked," he explains, side-eyeing me. A flash of dark brown comes down from the Meetingstone and looks down upon me. "Bonepaw. Got caught sneaking out of camp again?" Grasswhistle explains what happened again. I slide out my claws in anticipation, waiting for the words. "Oh, well," Heronstar calmly says. "Guess you're missing the Wintertruce again." I stop myself from purring and put on a somber expression. "Aww," I whine. Grasswhistle's expression changes to one of pity. "Sorry, bud. Next time don't start fights," he tells me. I flinch as Cloudgaze appears behind him. "Great job, Bonepaw. Now, just like last time, kill the kits and elders." I nod, trying to ignore the weird look Grasswhistle is giving me. "Yes, I will," I whisper.
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