Sun blazed upon a field of poppies. It soaked through green grasses, tendrils of drier, paler grass hidden amongst it. The wind was almost silent, gently but barely making the grass flitter.

Wrenpaw thought it was beautiful.

Bursting with colour of wild flowers dotted around, the tan she-cat lay snuggled underneath it, and she peeked her head out curiously. Blue eyes darting around, she saw no figures in the distance around her.

"Raintail?" The apprentice called out, a slight hoarseness in her voice. She hadn't found her mentor anywhere, and the two had left camp at sunrise. Now it was sunfall.

Padding along as quietly as she could, Wrenpaw winced at each step she took through the grasses. She stopped yet, again, waiting.

But someone would come find her, she knew. Maybe Darkpaw and Yarrowberry would come by her on their hunting trip.

"Is anyone there?" The young apprentice called out loud, puffing up her tail, for now the sun was nestled beneath the clouds, the field turning from a shining heaven to a drab grassland.

Biting her lip anxious, she decided to head in the direction of the river. Tilting to the left, Wrenpaw changed her course, but stopped abruptly when a foul smell hit her nose.

"Who's there?" She growled, her lip curling slightly. Sending the rustle of crinkly grasses up ahead, Wrenpaw surged forwards, claws outstretched.

"I found this one trying to hunt in the river." A harsh growl replied to her question. Instantly recognising the voice as silver cat, Raintail, Wrenpaw jumped through.

There was Raintail, her tall figure lurching over a  cowering cat who was plastered to the floor. It was a ginger she-cat, who showed no signs of fighting back. All hope seemed to have drained from her.

"Attempted to take prey." Raintail glared at the she-cat, who gave a guilty look back and closed her eyes for a second. Wrenpaw eyes the frog on the floor, a clean slash at the back of its neck.

Whoever the she-cat was, she was good at hunting, Wrenpaw finalised. Normally when OwlClan hunted frogs in the marshy streams by the grasses, it would be a messy kill, and take a few pounces to kill the prey. It was no surprise frog was such a rare meal in the Clan, half the frogs were either killed so badly and shredded to be inedible.

"Didn't mean to." The ginger she-cat puffed, Raintail's paws tight around her neck.

"I think you did." Raintail narrowed her eyes, voice becoming sinister. "And you're coming with us."

First chapter done! Whew I can't wait to write the rest of it. So what do you think so far? Opinions on Wrenpaw/ Raintail, and what do you think that cats doing in their territory?

See ya <3

-Ember