The Fire in his Pelt

Chapter One

Fireheart. The tom of my dreams. He's strong, handsome, funny, charming, and a hero. I'm Cinderpaw, his apprentice. I've been in training for about five moons. After Tigerstar gave a false scent of ShadowClan on our territory, everythings been kind of high-strung. I'll be getting my warrior name in about a moon or so.

"Cinderpaw. Let's go hunting up by owl tree with Brackenpaw and Graystripe." Fireheart meowed as he padded out of the warriors den. His tangy, cut grass scent filed my nostrils. I smiled. I have to admit, I have a bit of a crush on the tom. I took the last bite of my thrush and stood. The warm summer breeze ruffled my fur. A beam of sunlight filtered through the new summer plants, turning Fireheart's fur into brands of flame.

"Yes, O' mighty Fireheart." I purred. Fireheart chuckled and padded into the warrior's den while I headed to the apprentice's den to fetch Brackenpaw, my brother.

"Wake up furball." I nudged him in the side.

"Yea? What is it?" He replied, rolling over to one side and opened his eye. "Hunting with Fireheart and Graystripe." I replied.

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"Okay." he stumbled up and padded out of the den without waiting for Cinderpaw. She roled her eyes and padded out without hesitation.

"Sorry guys, Graystripe must be out on sunhigh patrol. He's not in the warriors' den.  Lets just go hunting without him." Fireheart was sitting in the middle of the clearing, his eyes locked on Cinderpaw.

"That's fine. He's just doing his duty." Brackenpaw flicked his tail.

"Tee hee. You said Doody." Cinderpaw snickered.

Brackenpaw rolled his eyes, but was failing at hiding his wide smile.