Swiftflight growled, clutching the leaf, red from leaf-fall. She'd just missed the mouse, and now she'd have to go back to camp empty-pawed. It was getting late.She couldn't keep hunting now, not if she wanted to be ready for tomorrow's dawn patrol. She hissed at herself. Thornstar wouldn't be happy. He didn't tolerate failure well. "Swiftflight," he growled. "Swift...flight. Weren't you supposed to bring back fresh-kill?" -tbc- More chapters will be added if it is nessecary. :3