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The grey tabby nodded as Sparrowfoot spoke, her paws itching to take her out of camp. Ever since she had the dream of stalking a water vole, she had wanted to feel the exhilaration of giving chase to her prey. Ivypaw only hoped that Swiftheart would agree with Sparrowfoot and not make her first perform the check on the elders that she openly suggested on doing. Although she liked the elders and their company, and she knew that the whole clan were in their debt from the old cats' service to them all, she had probably heard each and every one of their fables around ten times or more now. There were so much more interesting things to do than crack a flea between your teeth or organise bedding, like do warrior duties, particularly hunting. Ivypaw realised she didn't take in all of what Swiftheart was saying; she had been too caught up in her thoughts.
Panic flared in the apprentice for a second. A warrior would always listen to their clanmates! What would Swiftheart say if he knew that she hadn't been paying her full attention to him? Given his fair and calm nature, Ivypaw guessed he was allowing her to join the hunting patrol. So, instead of admitting to her mentor that she didn't catch what he said, she answered him. "Er, yes, of course!" she meowed, trying to replace any tone of uncertainty with her eagerness to hunt.
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