Sunlight shone through the apprentice’s den. It felt strange for Carppaw whenever she should change her sleeping positions, and she already felt a bit homesick, despite from the fact that the nursery is close to the apprentice’s den. Moreover, they both take place at the Windclan camp, so why should she doubt about it?

Anyhow, it’s her very first day of training session! Carppaw immediately arose from her nest and leapt out of the den, her hazel eyes darting across every single direction of the camp as she’s in search for Sunstorm. She’s only one step closer to warriorhood, yet her apprenticeship has already begun!

“Oooh, Suuunstoorm!” She lifted up her head here and there while she calls out her mentor’s name.

It only took a few moments before she spotted a bright ginger silhouette – which, of course, is her mentor. Swift and immediate, she ran to Sunstorm, and hopped around in circles, as she could barely balance her excitement. “Hiya, Sunny!” There’s still a lot train as an apprentice, but who knows what she should start off with. Maybe hunting? Or fighting? Probably hunting down a rabbit! Yes, she loved the plentiful rabbit meat. And someday, she’ll manage to catch one by herself aswell! Dad’s gonna be so proud of her.

But seriously, she’s already geared up for the training, so what’s the point of waiting anyway? “C’mon! I don’t wanna miss out my first day of training!” She spoke before she flashed away to the exit of the camp. She didn’t focus wether Sunstorm might be following her or not. But her bursting energy makes her completely forget it.

“Oh, what is it, then?” She looked up to her mentor while she bouncingly follows her mentor to the ideal training place. She’s too excited to even focus, and she never leaves the camp unless a warrior is guiding her. And speaking of leaving the camp, it was her first time being in Windclan territory! It’s unusually vast and huge, with the moorland stretching all over the place until it finally reaches the borders. It was the greatest scenery she has ever witnessed.

“Oh, oh! Hunting!” Carppaw doesn’t have to hesitate since she knew what she planned to learn all along. She used to hunt bugs, but now she’s ready to hunt down real prey, like real warriors usually do. “I wanna do hunting training! I reeeeally wanna do hunting training!” Her bouncing gate develops into even more bouncier bounces, her gleeful eyes even wider. She’s more than ready to start the training. She will never forget that wonderful sensation. Never.

"Let, me guess, we'll hunt down a..." She would dramatically pause for fun. "A Rabbit! Yesss!"

She once got used to hunting with small critters like bugs and knew that they recklessly crawl or flutter around, ready to be caught. But this one seems different. In fact, where even is the prey? Where should the hunting session actually take place? Her brows furrow, perplexed as she faces the reality of her expectation.

“I don’t see the prey…” The apprentice assumed. She could only hope for her training to avoid being backfired.

Wait, she has to smell? Why didn’t she think of that earlier? “Oooooh. I see!” Carppaw utters with her hazel eyes widening in notion. She feels a bit embarrassed from the oblivious start, but hey, she’s just an apprentice, and her training has already started. She raises her head, ready to smell the surrounding scents.

(D20 = rolled 16)

Huh, she seems to clearly get the hang of it! She sniffs for a longer period of time to identify the scent, only to find out that it’s a familiar scent of… “Vole!” Carppaw exclaimed. "I smell a vole." It must be here, somewhere, though…

Carppaw raises his head for a second time to keep track of the recent scent. She pads around in a small circle, only to notice the scent getting stronger as she faced to the other side. She draws closer to the scent with caution and shrinks in a crouching position when she sees a small vole nibbling on something she couldn’t specify. It’s similar to the prey that she usually feasts at the prey pile, but alive. Unusually alive.

Bingo.

Okay, then, now what? Should she dash towards the vole and chase him down? Carppaw takes a few steps further, her hazel eyes swiveling back to her mentor. “What now, Sunheart?” She queries in a panicky whisper.