Victory

Chapter 1
Littleclaw stared in satisfaction at his bramble pit, and the boulder leaning precariously over it. with a grin "Nothing can stop me now," he murmured to himself with satisfaction. - - - Stonepelt was carefully grooming himself with Flowerheart's help.

"I can't wait for that old bag of bones to retire and Hawkstar to name me deputy!" he purred. "And Flowerheart, I think I've got a tick at the base of my tail..."

"I'll go to Sunpelt," she purred back at him. She saw the jealous glances from several apprentices and tried to shrug off the uncertainty pricking at her pelt. Stonepelt's a great cat, she told herself. ''Everyone in the Clan admires him. Sure, he can be a little self-centered at times, but-

Flowerheart was knocked out of her thoughts by Fawnpaw crashing into her and taking the mouse-bile soaked moss she was carrying. The apprentice ran back to her friends, and then to Stonepelt.

Any cat would give a paw and their tail to be in my position, she thought. Quit worrying.