The Sparrow's Flight

Prologue
"Stop complaining Snowpaw. It's eccential that you learn to hunt at night." A lilac tabby pointed out to her apprentice.

"But I can't see anything, Frostleap!" a silvery she-cat replied.

"Use your other sences. You can still smell and hear the prey."

"I'll try. But I won't garuntee I'll get anything!" Snowpaw meowed and she followed the scent of a mouse into a bush.

"I'll wait here." Frostleap whispered, so as to not scare the prey away.

Snowpaw nodded and stalked the mouse scent as she went deeper into the bushes.

Frostleap waited for her apprentice to come bounding back with a mouse in her jaws but it was taking an odd amount of time.

''Shouldn't she be back already? Maybe I should look for her... ''Frostleap padded into the bushes the way Snowpaw had done.

What awaited her on the other side wasn't pretty.

It was Snowpaw, her white fur caked in blood that wouldn't clot.

"Oh my Starclan!" Frostleap suddenly became frightened, "Who could have done this..."

Frostleap looked for the wound that was making the blood gush out unaturally. She turned Snowpaw over and found the wound. It was a gaping slice in her neck and on her belly.

Frostleap retched at the sight.

"How could this have happened? The attacker made no sound and no scent..."

A shiver ran up her spine as Frostleap hoisted Snowpaw's dead body onto her back and ran back to camp.