Lilacpaw sat quietly, tail wrapped around her paws as she listened to Lynxstar. She felt...alone. She was supposed to be a warrior along with her sisters, but they were gone. Even still, however, she sat tall, and proud. She had be what her sisters never would be, unfortunately. She had to make them proud. The apprentice could only nod in response to the leader, watching him disappear.


Turning, she walked away, ears perked for the soft chirps of birds, or the rustling of leaves and undergrowth of a squirrel. She paused occasionally, taking note of the scents in the air. Despite the earth elements healing the forest, there was still evidence of the fires. She could never forget the smell of smoke, the burning of her lungs and eyes, the cries of her clanmates. And she herself was a fire element whom could do nothing to save her territory, or her fallen clanmates. The moons of training with Vixenleap would pay off.

She stopped abruptly, head snapping to the direction of a singing bird. She dropped into a crouch, careful with her paw placement, keeping track of her surroundings. Come on, Lilacpaw. You got this, She thought, Make your sisters proud. Become a warrior. The she-cat inched closer, watching the little bird search for food on the ground. How ironic. Lilacpaw waited, muscles tensed and ready to strike.

And so, she did. As soon as the bird turned away once more, Lilacpaw leapt forward, grabbing it with her jaws and holding it down, giving it a swift, hopefully painless death. She gently let go of it, quietly thanking Starclan for the prey. One down, two more to go.