"That's right, now do a little dance. That'll get you your assesment for sure."The tom teased, twirling his paw. Sorrelpaw was clearly not amused as he narrowed his amber eyes, tail twitching. "Okay, okay. Um...I would practice some. Or go to Goldenthroat, she's been on this planet much longer than I have. Mentally."
Beetlewhisker rolled over in the soft dirt, showing his belly to the golden rays of autumn sunlight, leaves crackling beneath his coat. The litter of their sweet decay clung to his fur, but he didn't much mind at this particular moment, closing his eyes and giving a brief twitch of his tail as a low purr escaped his throat. The dark tabby apprentice sighed, then stood, not having found anything of use in his lazy uncle, and turned his head as a familiar mottled female approached.
"What in StarClan are you doing, Beetlewhisker? Aren't you supposed to be hunting?" She asked, narrowing her yellow eyes and lashing her feathery white tail. "I did, dear sister. I finished early. Great Firestar, can't a tom get some rest?"
He opened one eye to gaze at her, and the tortoiseshell sighed. "Ugh. Whatever am I to do with you...Sorrelpaw, where's your mentor? Or do you still not know yet? Oh, nevermind, of course you don't. Come along with me, and we'll do some hunting to stock up."