A lazy assessment for me [CLOSED]

Bramblepaw ventured out, a warrior behind him, observing his every muscle as the tom expertly made his way through the fallen leaves in search of prey. Although it was Leaf-fall, and creatures were beginning their hibernation, he trusted that he would find three pieces of prey before the sun fell and the night sky appeared.

His first catch, a mouse, was rather tricky. It played a rather long game with him, leading him in and out of bushes, maneuvering it's way past trees, and eventually catching itself in sticky mud. He felt like gagging as he picked up the mud covered critter and snapped it's neck. Burying it quickly, he went on to his next catch.

The second mouse was much more easy to catch and quiet an average hunt. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and the brown tom buried his prey before running off further into the territory.

His last and final hunt was a vole, found closer to the river. He felt his neck fur stand on edge as he chased the vole and the sound of crashing water grew louder. The tom was never a fan of the river, and the thought of getting his paws wet sent shivers down his spine. He was a proud tom, and although he feared one day he wouldn't back down from a challenge that involved swimming, he knew it would be the day he regretted his entire life. Just before he would leave the bush and hit the soft grass that lined the river's edge, he caught the critter in his white paw and chomped down swiftly. Sighing in relief, the tom turned around towards camp, picking up his other two catches on the way.