Choices:
1. Applefoot caught it
2. Applefoot caught it
3. It was just luck
4. Applefoot caught it
5. Applefoot caught it
6. Applefoot caught it
7. Applefoot caught it
Roll says... 1: Applefoot caught it.
"Well, actually, Applefoot was the one who caught it," you say, sheepishly. "I just won a contest to see who claimed it."
Eveningtail tilts her head a little and looks at you, mildly puzzled.
"She said that if I caught 3 minnows, she would catch a big fish and let me say that I caught it. So I did, and so she did."
The deputy purrs in amusement. "Well, nonetheless, you caught something yesterday. I'd say it counts."
Feeling a little relieved, you nod and smile.
It's a while before Rowanpaw and Knotpaw come back - him with two mice, her holding a big carp. Both are pretty impressed with you, and now that it's actually something you caught, you're pretty proud of yourself too. The four of you head home with your catches at around noon.
The body is gone, thankfully, and the area is now littered with lavender to ward off the smell of death. It makes you sneeze. While you eat, you overhear a few of the warriors chatting about the events by the border.
Apparently, Beefur had been out by himself near the border when he was 'accosted' by a gang of ForestClan cats, all of them frantic. They demanded to know where one of their cats had gone, and upon learning that a body had been found by BrookClan, they became enraged and started hurling accusations that she had been murdered by the other Clan. Beefur had managed to make them calm down enough to wait for a patrol, and promptly darted off for Crowcloud.
The way Beefur says it, you can't help but smirk. The busybody was always an easily nervous sort, so you imagine that they were just upset at the fact that a body had been found, instead of being out for blood. But, whatever.
After a while, Divercloud requests for a few apprentices to go out and get him some herbs. Before you can even protest, you and Knotpaw are volunteered by Fogpaw, and you two head for the camp entrance.
Just as you reach it, Cinderpaw blocks your path. She ignores you completely, and tells Knotpaw, "When you come back, help me with the elder's den."
"...Sure," Knotpaw murmurs.
"And be quick, for thunder's sake. You're always too slow and then I have to do it myself."
"It might take a while to find some good stems-" she starts.
"That's not hard, idiot." Cinderpaw's tail flicks in annoyance. "You're just too particular."
You glare at the big molly. What's her deal?
Buzz off, Cinderpaw.
Let's just go, Knotpaw.
Say nothing.