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Wet returned from his hunt in relatively high spirits, he had caught a blackbird and a vole near waters edge. Both
he carried in his jaw and Wet could taste the warm prey blood. After placing them somewhat lovingly in the
fresh kill pile he headed over to the apprentices den where Nut was leaving with tired eyes. 'Just
in time' Mused Wet. 'Time to do some training, hunting.' The tom turned, patiently flicking his silvery white
tail behind him showing a signal- saying to come. Wet decided that Nut was a fairly good apprentice who was
slightly like him, they could get along and that was something, Nut was also obedient and a quick learner
which was good because Wet was not the best teacher, he was still surprised that the king had chosen him
of all cats to be a mentor.