Thornpaw shook his head, watching as yet another patrol padded out of camp. He was never chosen to go hunting, despite his obvious hunting talent. The pure injustice of this rankled, and the tom was quickly growing bored of everyday training. Perhaps it was time to take his training into his own hands. The tall apprentice sat down, turning to scratch his ear with one back paw thoughtfully. His mentor just wasn't cutting it. Sure, he was a capable warrior, but he was so quiet. He needed a cat who was more... alive. Giving his unruly gray fur a quick once-over with his tongue, the apprentice pushed himself into a standing position and gave himself a quick shake. He looked around quickly, his pale blue-green eyes narrowed. He wasn't sure if apprentices were allowed out of camp on their own, but he couldn't let that stand in his way. All he had to do was avoid being caught.
With a brief yawn, the young tom stretched and casually padded out of camp, his bushy tail flicking around his paws. Once he was certain he was out of sight, he gave a happy hop and scampered into the tall grass, pleased with his success. Sneaking out was the hardest part: now all he had to do was catch something.
______________________________________
