I know I shouldn't.

[Torn]

Treepaw emerged from the canopy of trees with a rabbit in his jaws. But his thoughts weren't concentrated on finding prey. Many things swirled through his mind as he padded from under the shadows into the light of the meadows.
Feeling a bit dizzy, he dropped the rabbit at his paws and looked round. Hunger gnawed at his belly and he was so tempted to eat the rabbit. He wasn't meant to be hunting, so it couldn't be that bad, could it? But what would Sootclaw say if he came back smelling full fed with no prey at all? It wasn't exactly if he was in his mentor's good books. He'd been rude to him while training, been sent back to camp but he'd on purposefully disobeyed him and went off by himself.
Sighing, he stood up and buried the rabbit in the soft ground and padded away in search of more food. A flash of fur caught his eye, then he turned round. A rogue crouched by where his prey was buried, half-way through digging up his prey. Treepaw frowned and narrowed his eyes then stalked over.
"What are you doing? Thats my prey!" He hissed, and felt his fur fluff up slightly. The female rogue crouched, her eyes wide and fearful. Treepaw crouched, then straightened again and padded over to her. Walking round her with a thoughtful expression, he couldn't help admire her slim figure despite the ribs sticking out of her pelt and her beautiful and intelligent face.
Sighing, he stepped back. He couldn't hurt her, and she looked pitifully small. He smiled to her, then gestured to the rabbit.
"Go on... I know I shouldn't but you look so hungry." he mewed and shuffled his paws. She smiled gratefully, then kicked the last bits of dirt of the fresh-kill and started to eat. Treepaw sat and watched her gulp hungrily, but elegantly, then stood up and padded away.
"I'm just going to catch something else..." he threw the words over his shoulder then turned his head forwards again and scented the air. He picked up the scent of mouse, then spotted the creature and stalked forwards skillfully and pounced. The mouse squealed under his claws, then fell limp and silent as he bit into it. Treepaw bent his dark head and picked it up in his jaws and returned to where the rogue was still crouched, eating the rabbit. He smiled and settled beside her. She smiled at him after she looked up, then returned to her meal.

****

Treepaw crept back towards camp quietly, hoping no cat would find him smelling of rogue, mouse and rabbit; with no prey. He gasped as he heard a rustle in the bushes behind him, then recognised the sweet scent of his sister Vinepaw. She frowned at she looked at him and sniffed him.
"Treepaw? Why do you smell of-"
Treepaw silenced her by flicking his tail over her mouth. With wide eyes, he hissed at her.
"Shh! Vinepaw... please, don't tell anybody! I... I know its wrong, but just trust me ok?" Vinepaw's eyes clouded with understanding, then his gentle sister nodded and mewed quietly.
"Go and roll in some fox-dung, that'll wash away the scent."
Treepaw nodded and turned round to go and find some of the smelly substance, but was stopped in his tracks as a patrol emerged from the bushes...

[Silver]

Frostfur slipped through the bushes, and paused as she spotted Treepaw in front of her. She opened her mouth to say hello, when the smell of rouge and prey hit the scent glands on the roof of her mouth. Her eyes narrowed at the apprentice. "Treepaw, care to explain your curious scent?" she asked. Frostfur's snow white tail flicked back and forth beind her, her soft grey stipes blurring together. "If I recall, Sootclaw sent you on a hunting mission. Did you already put your prey on the pile? If so, did you see if the elders or the queens were feed first? Well, Treepaw?" she asked. Frostfur peered over Treepaw's shoulder, and noticed Vinepaw. She flicked her ears in the direction of the apprentice's den; an obvious dismissal.

((Sorry, can't post much after questions))

[Torn]

Treepaw stared at Frostfur, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for words. He saw Vinepaw slip away, flashing a sympathetic and apologetic blink at her brother before she left. Lowering his head, he was silent for a few moments before mewing
"I was hunting, then I saw a rogue stealing my prey and I..." he trailed off there, his mind racing. He wondered if he should tell the truth, then decided not to. She wouldn't find out, and he'd get in less trouble if he made up a story. So in a few quick seconds, he made up a suitable story.
"I saw a rogue stealing my prey, so I went over and chased it off, but it took ages to make it leave. Then, I wanted to get my strength up so I could find more prey so I ate the mouse... I didn't think it would matter if I caught some more. Then some twolegs came and scared away all the prey so I couldn't find anymore. I'm sorry Frostfur..." he knew his was a good lier, but this story didn't sound too convincing. She'd punish him anyway, so what was the point? Treepaw just sat down, still staring at his paws and awaited her harsh words.

[Silver]

Frostfur stood there, her tail still swishing behind her. "Tell me; what was this rouge like? Was it a black she-cat?" Frostfur asked, a nervious edge on her voice. "And why were you hunting so close to two-leg territory? Be more careful," she said, playfully flicking his ear. "I'll let you off this time, but I'd be careful. Sootclaw may not be so kind," she purred softly. She got up and padded over to the fresh kill pile, plucking up a vole. "I think I'll go hunting myself later," she mused, settling down to eat. "And Treepaw," she called over her shoulder, "Tell the truth when talking to me. I'll undertand," she began to crunch down on her vole.

((Sorry its short, multitasking))

[Torn]

Treepaw watched Frostfur go, then sat down and looked at his paws. Sighing, he thought back. The rogue wasn't black... she was white, with black ears tips, black paws and a black tail. But when he left, he saw her with a black rogue. The rogue he'd met seemed scared of her...
And she was right, Sootclaw wouldn't be that kind. He just hoped his mentor wouldn't see him before he got the scent away. I'd better get hunting
he thought and started to pad off into the bushes. A mouse caught his eye, lying in the sun, sleeping. How stupid is that mouse! This near camp, and sleeping? Easy... he thought and sprung at it, then rolled it over and took its life with a swift bite. He'd done something right... now to find some foxdung.

[Silver]

After Frostfur finished her meal, she rose, deciding she'd watch Treepaw for a while. As she strolled out of camp, she changed her mind and went for a little walk.

[Torn]

Treepaw bent down near the pile of fox dung, then rolled in it. His nose was scunched up with disgust by the time he'd finished. The smell was so strong he couldn't bear it, so he trotted towards the river and washed it all off. He scented himself, but then he heard a yowl from the bushes behind him. Treepaw stepped towards it, then peeked through the bushes.
The rogue he'd shared his prey with earlier was lying on the ground, with a beautiful black she-cat standing above her.
"You'll get those kits, won't you?" the she-cat hissed, a long claw pressing against the smaller white rogue's throat. Her body was slim, but it looked powerful. Treepaw gasped as the black rogue prepared to slice the other cats throat, but the pale little she-cat mewed
"I will, I promise Pantheress." The she-cat who he guessed was called Pantheress took away her claw, then pushed the smaller cat away and disappeared into the shadows of the forest. Treepaw stepped to her side and nosed her gently.
"Are you ok?" Treepaw asked, then smiled with relief as she rolled over and lay down with her paws tucked under her.
"Yeah, just a shock." she smiled at him and mewed "Um... whats your name? I'm White." Treepaw smiled at White and replied
"I'm Treepaw." She smiled at him, then stood up and smiled.
"I have to go now... but I'll see you around sometime." She said and smiled, then touched her nose to his and trotted away into the undergrowth.
A warm buzz seemed to race through Treepaw as White touched his nose, then he sighed happily as he watched her walk away. He didn't know what the feeling that rose inside him was, but it was good.

****

Treepaw padded back to camp with the mouse he'd caught and a thrush, the memories of earlier racing through his mind. He stopped dead as a thought hit him. Pantheress had said she wanted White to get some kits for her... what did she mean?