The white-she cat sighed, and flounced off to go hunting on her lonesome, having been ignored. Making her way through the dense underbrush she stopped, swathed in heavy, strong smelling leaves, seeing her leader and Viperpaw. Hmmm, this might be rather amusing to watch. Crouching down she made sure her white fur was as hidden as it was going to get and settled in for a rather amusing show.
She knew she should be hunting, but, as long as she came back with something, Rosestar wouldn't even know. Well, so long as she got herself out of there before her leader found her, or the wind betrayed her hiding place.
(Oh man I'm actually laughing. xD Rosestar, you so mean!)
Viperpaw shook himself. It wasn't out of cowardice, but determination.
She truly is cruel, he thought bitterly, sticking his paw delicately into the cold, sucking water. He wrinkled his nose in distaste and pulled back quickly to send driplets flying. If there was one thing Viperpaw hated as much as being dirty (for he was a vain cat) it was being wet, and here his merciless Leader had doomed him to accomplish both things at once.
But he forced himself to compose his thoughts. He'd already messed up once today, he had to make sure he got this right.
Now, if Rosestar were an Apprentice and her Mentor had asked her to do such a thing, what would she do? It was almost impossible for the Apprentice to imagine his Leader in his own position, but while the wheels of his brain were whirring, he suddenly spotted the head of a branch breaching the bog not too far from the edge where he was standing.
Feeling Rosestar get impatient beside him and not wanting her to believe he had gone soft, he braced himself and leaped-- landing neatly on the dry part of the fallen branch which, to his relief, didn't sink under his weight. He began to scan the bog between himself and the tree covered in moss, formulating a route of exposed debris that might lead him safely to his prize.