There was a skip in Yellowpaw's step as he trekked through the snow beside a gray-and-white molly. It was unclear whether he was lifting his paws so high in his stride because of his good mood, or because of the snow covering SkyClan's territory. This would be his first unsupervised hunting trip. Better yet, Yellowpaw was accompanied by his kithood friend, Willowpaw. They had become apprentices within a short time of each other and now their mentors finally trusted them both to navigate the territory and find food for their Clan.
The golden tabby was excited at the honor. His tail swishing eagerly behind him, he was determined not to fail his Clan. Yellowpaw was feeling confident with Willowpaw at his side. With the two of them combined, he was certain they would be walking back into camp with mouthfuls of prey. Nothing could distract him, he was sure.
The yellow-eyed tom nudged his friend without taking his eyes off the forest around them. "Do you think we'll find a cardinal? They couldn't hide those red feathers anywhere with all this snow around." Yellowpaw was perhaps overestimating his ability to hunt in the treetops. Still, his whiskers twitched with his nose as he scented the air. "Probably won't find anything with the way you keep talking," he snickered, aware of the irony in his statement.