Dovepaw was a bright, brave, and very dedicated apprentice. One moon, a fox breached the camp territory. The nursery was completely unguarded without warriors or apprentices. Without even thinking, Dovepaw lunged into battle. The fox snapped wildly. The foxes sharp fangs bit down deep into her left paw, leaving a mark. Despite the pain in her left paw, Dovepaw refused to back down. She shifted her weight, using the fox's own momentum against it. She dodged and struck it with a blow that her mentor taught her. She darted around the fox swiftly, just like a falling feather. Her swift, scratches and hisses finally drove the fox away. The Clan leaped into the clearing with cheers.The leader called a meeting beneath the Highstones almost immediately after the attack. Her left paw bled, but her head was held high looking up at her leader. "From this day forward, you shall be known as, Dovefeather.
