Bright/feather- (App/ment Week)

Featherpaw always looked forward to her training sessions with Brightstar. Ever since birth, cats had questioned her loyalty and if she'd turn on RiverClan. Ever since Featherpaw was old enough to understand, she'd done everything she could to try to show cats that she was a true RiverClanner. StarClan must have been looking out for her, because the most important cat in RiverClan had picked her as an apprentice. She was still starstruck that she would be mentored by the leader of RiverClan. If she did a good job as Brightstar's apprentice, no cat could say she was disloyal. Featherpaw hoped she could do Brightstar proud.

Even with her determination, today would be an uphill battle for Featherpaw. She'd been feeling lethargic ever since the first snow. It had been hard to accept that Stonepaw had died, and now Citruspaw had met a similar end. Brightstar was right; the lake was dangerous. Featherpaw missed Citruspaw horribly. Everything had been fine until Galewhisker's training session had gone horribly wrong, and now Citruspaw would never train again. It wasn't fair that she'd never get to be a warrior. Featherpaw found some comfort in StarClan, knowing that Citruspaw wasn't suffering, but even her faith couldn't dull the pains of grief. Still, she was no stranger to pushing through grief, and she knew she couldn't afford to mess up training because she was sad.

Featherpaw listened to her mentor's question and scanned the environment. Most birds probably wouldn't be eager to dig through the snow, unless there was food for them underneath. More likely, the birds would want to stay in the trees, and find food there. "We could climb the trees and stalk the birds out foraging for food. They're probably as hungry as we are."


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