When Oakpaw woke up, he wondered where her sister's scent had gone. Then, she remembered that awful night. Ever since Squirrelpaw has died, his mother had locked herself in the den. He padded over to Applefoot. He noticed that she was glancing at him every few heartbeats. Why? He tried to think of a reason, but Nightmist's mew broke his thoughts. "Alright. I want Goldenheart, Foxclaw, Icepaw, Applefoot, and Oakpaw to go hunting. Goldenheart, you lead." Oakpaw sighed. What his sister said at the gathering was not true. He couldn't hunt that good. He didn't know why, although he thought it was because he would always set his paws down to heavily. As he started walking, Applefoot appeared in front of him. "Chin up. I don't want you looking weak, ok?" Her mew was stern. "Ok", he replied. Why was she so stern all the time? Then, he thought of it. She wants him to be a good warrior! He started padding toward the patrol, tail up high.

When they returned, Oakpaw was very disappointed with himself. He had caught nothing, and the squirrel he had was the one Goldenheart gave to him. He sat it down on the fresh kill pile, and went to talk to Goldenheart.
Goldenheart was his one true friend in the clan. Goldenheart was made a warrior the same da him and Squirrelpaw were made apprentices, and he had wanted to be mates with Squirrelpaw, which is probably why Oakpaw and him got along so well. "I miss Squirrelpaw. I really loved her." He had told him. "Hey Oakpaw. Wanna help me bring fresh kill to Owlflight? You know he gets pretty cranky." Goldenheart asked him as he noticed Oakpaw. It was true. Owlflight could be really cranky. "Ok. Come on." He padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked out a big, plump squirrel. Goldenheart had a vole, and they padded over to the elder's den. "So I told him, don't come near me, flea-pelt!" He was telling Mothspeck one of his story's when she interrupted him. "Look. It's the dog from your story." She told him. Owlflight spun around, wide eyed. "I'm sorry! I know what I said wasn't true!" He mumbled. Oakpaw chuckled. Mothspeck always liked to mess with Owlflight. Goldenheart smirked. "No, it's just Oakpaw. Everything is fine." He explained. Owlflight sighed. "Well, what are you doing standing around! Give me that Squirrel you've got there." He grumbled. They sat down the prey, and headed toward the apprentice's den. As they talked, Sunpaw padded up to them. "Can I speak to Oakpaw?" He asked, glaring at Oakpaw. "Sure." Goldenheart replied. "Alone." Goldenheart padded away. Sunpaw looked at him. "Listen. Don't think just because Silverstar likes you, you can walk all over camp. Watch your step mutt. We'll be waiting for the perfect moment to catch you." He snarled, then padded away. What did Sunpaw men's by, "we'll"? Were there more cats who wanted to get rid of him?