"Well, Mambastride is his mentor," Anacondafang pointed out with a soft chuckle. "But I don't see why he wouldn't let you spend a few shifts with him as well. After all, he's not going to be watching with Mambastride every time once he becomes a full camp guard, so it would be good for him to start getting used to watching with others now, while he's still training. I can have a word with Jaguarstar about it, if you want." Nodding towards the fresh-kill pile, he added, "You can go pick something out. I'll wait here."
Peacockpaw let out an annoyed sigh. "Do you have any training plans for me today?" he asked his mentor. "I thought we could practice hunting ground prey again. I think I've pretty much got birds down." He gave his long pelt a casual lick.
Rainfall shrugged. "Your situation. Entertain yourself a little. Don't just sit around waiting." Her gaze swept across camp. "Don't you see anything you could do? Anyone you could talk to?"
"Well," Whitetail meowed, swallowing his mouthful of fish, "things change, and so do cats. I can't be the same cat forever, you know, and neither can you."
"I'll put in a good word for you," Silverpaw promised before letting out a sigh. "Being a camp guard seems boring. Why don't you wanna train as a warrior with me? If I let a cat catch me off guard, I don't have to worry about some other cat telling my mentor."
"I won't," Cacaopaw grumbled, shoving her face back into her nest. "I'll just stay here until my mentor comes to get me. Let me be until then."
Fishbelly padded out of the warriors' den with a yawn, only to nearly bump into Crescentclaw as he did so. "Oh, pardon me, Crescentclaw," he meowed to the she-cat, dipping his head apologetically. "How are you?"
