Birth of Hope

Birth of Hope is the first book in the Fate of the Clans series.



Allegiances
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Prolouge
 “My kit has arrived!” Hollowstar heard his newest warrior Emberclaw exclaim as he paddled through the camp. The tom was pacing the clearing and would peak inside the nursery once in a while. Hollowstar decided it would be a good idea to see the kits since they would become his warriors after all. No he heard his mind whisper that’s not why you want to see them.

 Ignoring his thoughts he paddled into the nursery where Cherryheart was watching her kit her eyes full of love. Hollowstar couldn’t help feeling a prick of jealousy although he knew he shouldn’t. Starclan had sent him the greatest of miracles and he knew it wouldn’t be right to complain.

 He could see that Bronzestripe, the medicine cat who sat patiently beside Cherryheart felt the same way. “He’s beautiful,” she murmured and Hollowstar could see the sorrow that clouded her eyes. Luckily Cherryheart missed it and purred, “I don’t know what I should name it,” she remarked, “he looks so different and I can’t think of a name that would suit him.”

 Hollowstar had to agree. With a tabby fur that had yellow stripes and deep brown eyes he looked very different from any other kit Hollowstar had ever seen. “Do you have any ideas?” Cherryheart asked him.

 Hollowstar wished he had a name for the kit but he couldn’t think of any so he shook his head. Emberclaw entered the nursery again and gave his mate a mole before sitting down beside her.

 “Are you talking about names?” he asked and when Hollowstar nodded he replied, “I can’t think of any name that would suit him.” Turning his head towards Bronzestripe he asked, “Do you have any ideas?”

 Bronzestripe stared at the stars for a few moments before bringing it back down and addressed Cherryheart, “Starclan has spoken,” she meowed, “They want this kit to be named Thunderkit.”  Cherryheart let out a confused sigh “who am I to object to the wishes of Starclan,” she murmured before turning to her kit and murmuring, “Welcome to Thunderclan, Thunderkit.”

 ___________________________________________________________________  Sharkstar pushed his way into the nursery looking for his kit. He found his mate Orangegleam resting in the corner of the nursery, a black bundle of fur sucking milk from her belly. “I’m calling her Shadowkit,” she meowed.

 Sharkstar bit back a reply. Cats were not supposed to be given the names of their clans and it had never happened before except with the first leaders of the forest, who the clans were named after. But Sharkstar knew that even though Orangegleam was his mate and even though the very dark gray colored she-cat who was so dark she almost looked black, was his kit and the name Shadowkit fit her very much, he had to point this out.

 “Orangegleam, I’m afraid we can’t name her that.”

 Orangegleam held her ground, “I’m naming her Shadowkit, and that’s that.”

 Sharkstar didn’t want to start a fight with his exhausted mate but he knew this was his only chance to change the kits name. He was opening his mouth to protest when Ravenfur, the medicine cat, paddled inside and meowed, “Don’t Sharkstar, allow her to name her kit however she pleases.”

 “But,” Sharkstar felt himself protesting, “What about Starclan. Won’t they be angry?”

 Ravenfur remained calm, “Starclan wanted this name for the kit.”

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> “Why would Starclan worry about the name of a kit?” Sharkstar questioned his medicine cat afraid suddenly that there was something wrong. <p style="text-indent:0.5in;border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Ravenfur simply shrugged, “This is no ordinary kit.”

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;border-style:none;padding:0in;"> ___________________________________________________________________ <p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> As Moss-star returned from a hunting patrol with Rushhope and Spinningdream he heard his best friend Leaf-fall running to him. “My kit is born!” he yowled, “My kit is finally born!”

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> Moss-star had been planning to fetch some of the prey that he still had to carry back, but he signaled to his patrol that they would have to leave without him, quickly realizing that Leaf-fall wasn’t going to let him go without seeing his kit.

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> As Moss-star entered the nursery he realized that Crowflight’s kits must have been born too because Ashwood, her mate, was also waiting inside the nursery. Crowflight was originally a Windclan cat, but when she fell in love with Ashwood they started meeting each other secretly at the horse place. Eventually they realized they couldn’t continue meeting each other secretly, so Crowflight came to live in Riverclan. Moss-star hadn’t been pleased but he was grateful that they hadn’t lost one of their strongest warriors to Windclan instead.

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> Leaf-fall pointed at a kit laying underneath Marshmallowfall, his mate’s, belly. It was a blue-gray tom, who looked almost like Stonefur, the legendary Thunderclan leader Bluestar’s kit.

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> When Marshmallowfall saw Leaf-fall she whispered, “Starclan have sent me a dream. They want me to name this kit Riverkit.”

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> Moss-star couldn’t help feeling surprised by the attention Starclan was saying to this kit so he remarked, “Riverkit will make a great addition to our clan,” He was about to leave the nursery when decided to check on Ashwood and Crowflight’s kit. After all he did want to make Crowflight feel more welcome in his clan.

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> As he paddled over he noticed that the cat had the size and muscular shape of a Windclan cat, much like her mother. Mossstar couldn’t help feeling the slightest bit disappointed that the cat looked more from Windclan than it did from Riverclan.

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> Mossstar looked at the kit. It had very pale fur, and looked white in the areas where sun shined over his fur. “What are you naming him?” he asked her carefully.

<p style="text-indent:0.5in;"> “Breezekit,” Ashwood answered for his mate.

“Hello Breezekit,” Mossstar murmured but as he welcomed the kit he realized that his name didn’t sound right. Like it wasn’t the name the kit was supposed to have. Like Starclan wanted a different name for it.

Chapter 1
“You’re crow food Riverclan!” Thunderkit yowled as he pounced on top of Rufflekit, who leaped back in surprise. He wasn’t fazed for long though and quickly turned around and started clawing at him. Thunderkit easily dodged all his blows and dove for his feet, attacking them with his forearms. Rufflekit squirmed and tried to break free but Thunderkit had pinned him down. “Get off my littermate you Thunderclan scum,” Dragonkit yowled and he flung himself at Thunderkit, who was thrown off balance and fell into a pile of mud, staining his fur.

“You’ll pay for that one,” he yowled and flung himself at Dragonkit. Dragonkit was ready for Thunderkit and dodged his blow before counterattacking. Thunderkit quickly dodged out of the way and jumped on his face. He fell backward and his littermate quickly rushed to his aid. Together they started attacking Thunderkit, their feeble attempts matching each other. Thunderkit ran, before turning around and leaping on them, knocking them both of their feet. Quickly he started scratching at them with sheathed paws.

“Leave now, Riverclan, while we still show mercy,” he hissed in their ears.

“Never,” Rufflekit squealed and Dragonkit nodded, “we’re loyal to our fish faced Clan.”

“Thunderkit! Rufflekit! Dragonkit! Get back inside the nursery before it rains again,” Roundfang, Dragonkit and Rufflekit’s mother called.

“Coming,” all three kits squealed as they bounded into the nursery. While running to the nursery they ran past a couple warriors who gave them amused glances. Thunderkit felt himself going red at the attention before reminding himself that he would be leader one day and then he would have the attention of the whole forest.

His mother, Cherryheart, was waiting for him in the nursery. As soon as she saw him, she started fussing over him, cleaning his muddy fur asking if he got hurt, play fighting with kits older than him. Thunderkit proudly replied stating that he had taken down two kits single handed, when they were both older than him. Cherryheart was purring with pride when Dragonkit cut in, “Not true!” he protested, “We would have beat you if we had more time. You just got lucky.” But even as he said it, Thunderkit could see the admiration in his eyes.

Thunderkit knew very well that he was an excellent fighter. He had once fought off Rufflekit, Dragonkit and Ratpaw, when he used to be a kit. That was when he and Ratpaw used to be friends.

Now that he was an apprentice, Ratpaw had gotten really hot-headed and thought he was too cool to talk to them. Rufflekit and Dragonkit had promised them that when they became apprentices, which they were becoming the next day, they would never ditch him like that. Thunderkit barely even knew the newest kits in the nursery that were being nursed by Hailstorm, but he knew that he would never ditch his other nursery buddy Scrapkit when he became an apprentice a moon before him. Even Rufflekit and Dragonkit, who were two moons older than Scrapkit, had promised that they would always be friends. Thunderkit felt a pang of sorrow as he remembered his friend Scrapkit, who was in the medicine cat den with Bronzestripe, the medicine cat, and Cloudfur, her mother who wouldn’t leave her alone in there.

“Can we go visit Scrapkit?” Thunderkit asked his mother as Rufflekit and Dragonkit bounded up beside him. His mother thought about it for a second before nodding her head.

“But you have to be really quiet and promise that you won’t disturb Bronzestripe,” she warned them.

“We promise,” they all meowed in unison before bouncing off to the nursery.

Rufflekit was jumping around, still full of energy after the fight, “I can’t wait until tomorrow,” he was squealing, “I finally get to become an apprentice!”

Thunderkit felt a pang of jealousy that two of his best friends were going to become apprentices when he reminded himself that he should be happy for them, “some apprentice you’ll be, you can’t even defeat a kit, two against one,” Thunderkit meowed, his whiskers twitching with amusement.

Rufflekit shoved Thunderkit, his eyes gleaming mischievously before he shrugged, “At least I’ll be better than Ratpaw. All that lump of fur ever does is walk around bragging, and sleep on other clans territories.”

Thunderkit smirked. He would never forget the day that Ratpaw had come back from a hunting assessment, his mentor Badgerclaw not hiding his disappointment with his apprentice. Ratpaw had been on the dawn patrol the previous day and while hunting had accidently crossed the border without realizing it. He was so tired that he had fell asleep on the other side of the border and luckily Badgerclaw had found them before a Windclan patrol did. Thunderkit had actually felt bad for Ratpaw until he had started blaming the kits for making so much noise, preventing him from sleeping. And unbelievably, some apprentices had backed him up. Ratpaw had been punished pretty badly but the kits were forced to stay in the nursery for a few days because Badgerclaw had agreed that they were partly responsible.

“If you can’t do more than Ratpaw, you might as well still be in Roundfang’s stomach,” he purred. Dragonkit and Rufflekit laughed in agreement.

Thunderkit gulped as they entered the nursery. His insides filled with worry for what would happen to his friend Scrapkit. She had gotten green cough right after leaf bare had ended and now she was sentenced to the medicine cat den.

When the three kits entered the medicine cat den Scrapkit was laying on the floor, Bronzestripe at her side, making her eat an herb. Strangely, Cloudfur wasn’t there and Thunderkit assumed she was eating or sharing tongues with the other queens. When Bronzestripe saw the kits, she smiled, “Did you come to see Scrapkit?” she asked softly. The kits nodded and she warned them, “Only for a little while, she needs to rest.”

The three kits huddled up beside their friend. Thunderkit sent silent prayer to Starclan that his friend would heal. When Scrapkit sensed their presence she opened her eyes. “Whew, it’s you” she whispered with amusement, “I thought it was Cloudfur coming to bother me again.”

Thunderkit smiled but he felt especially worried for his friend. The kits said their goodbye’s before leaving their friend in the medicine cat den. On the way back to the nursery Thunderkit called to his friends, “why don’t we go to the nursery to hear a tale from the elders,” Rufflekit and Dragonkit both nodded enthusiastically and they made their way to the elder’s den.

Dragonkit sighed, “This will probably be the last time I listen to the elders telling stories.” Rufflekit nodded before adding brightly, “but we’ll be apprentices then, and warriors before you know it.” Thunderkit purred, happy for his friends who he considered littermates although they were not kin.

The elders had guessed that they would come because when they saw Thunderkit they smiled and waved their paws, beckoning them to come over. Excited the kits bounded over to Elder’s den and made their selves comfortable. When the three elders, Sproutleg, Stumpytail and Willowbreeze, saw Thunderkit, they paddled over to see him. Thunderkit was popular among the elders and he enjoyed their presence.

“Which story are you going to tell us today?” Dragonkit asked Sproutleg, the oldest elder who knew just about every tale.

Sproutleg thought for a moment before he asked, “Did I tell you about the story of when the badgers attacked Thunderclan camp and Midnight warned Leafpool and Crowfeather about the attack?” Thunderkit and Rufflekit nodded but Dragonkit shook his head.

“I’ve never heard of that one,” he asked, “can you tell us that one?”

“Okay,” Sproutleg nodded before starting his story, “So right after Leafpool and Crowfeather decide that they’re love for each other is stronger than their loyalty to both the warrior and the medicine cat code and run away they are approached by Midnight, the badger who warns them about an attack that badgers were planning. Leafpool then realized that she had to go back and warns her camp while Crowfeather offered to go to Windclan to get some help. When Leafpool arrives at camp, it is a bloody scene and the badgers seem to be ready to wipe out Thunderclan. Thunderclan is struggling until Windclan show up and help them chase the badgers out. Thunderclan thanks Windclan and Leafpool and Crowfeather finally except that no matter how much they love each other, they can’t be together and they’re destinies lie on different paths.”

“You forgot the part about Cinderpelt,” Rufflekit cut in and Sproutleg nodded.

“Cinderpelt, the Thunderclan medicine cat and Leafpool’s mentor was told by Starclan that she would die during that battle. So she got especially worried when he learned about Leafpool and Crowfeather. After she died in the battle against the badgers, Leafpool took her place and Cinderpelt was reincarnated as a kit of a mother who was giving birth to kits around the same moment that Cinderpelt died, and in her second life she got to become a warrior like she always wanted to be.”

Dragonkit was very into the story and Thunderkit found his self surprised his friend hadn’t heard this story. “Come on, let’s get back to the nursery,” Thunderkit meowed and they thanked the elders for the story before leaving.

When they came back to the nursery, they saw Snowfur lying in her den, much to their surprise, “what’s she doing here?” Rufflekit asked and when he realized how rude that sounded, he gasped and covered his muzzle with his paw.

But Roundfang’s patience wasn’t to be tested for she sternly meowed, “Time to go to sleep, all of you.”

“But I’m going to be an apprentice tomorrow,” Dragonkit protested.

“Which is exactly why you need to go to sleep. Now to bed, all of you.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Thunderkit saw no point in arguing so he curled up beside Cherryheart, who shifted her position so it would be more comfortable for him. As Thunderkit slowly drifted to sleep, he thought he could hear a patrol coming back to camp. “Wake up, Thunderkit! Wake up!” Thunderkit groaned as Rufflekit prodded him, “I’m becoming an apprentice today.”

Thunderkit stretched as he got up and he could hear Dragonkit wondering out loud, “I wonder who my mentor will be. It would be amazing if I could get Hollowstar but he’s already mentoring Fiercepaw, that lucky fur ball. Maybe I’ll get Sparklelight or Firestorm would be cool too.”

Thunderkit’s whiskers twitched with amusement, when he noticed Rufflekit sitting quietly, not adding into what Dragonkit was saying. Thunderkit was about to ask him if he was okay when he heard Hollowstar calling him from the High ledge.

Thunderkit started bounding outside with Rufflekit and Dragonkit when an amused voice called, “you’re not apprentices yet” Roundfang was smiling as she approached her kits.

“We just want to see what’s going on!” Rufflekit complained, “We won’t cause any trouble.”

“Fine,” Roundfang sighed and when the kits stared at her or a few seconds, “are you going to listen to what Hollowstar has to say or not?”

The kits started bounding off when Roundfang called, “Thunderkit, may I quickly speak with you.” Thunderkit turned around and Rufflekit and Dragonkit followed but Roundfang signaled for them to leave.

“Why?” Dragonkit protested, “You’re our mother so what are you hiding from us?”

Roundfang replied, “What I am about to say is for Thunderkit only. Now go!”

The soon to be apprentices walked away leaving Thunderkit with Roundfang. “Now Thunderkit,” Roundfang started, “Bronzestripe told me I still have enough milk to feed you for another moon, but we weren’t sure if you wanted it.”

Thunderkit shook his head, “I don’t need it,” he declared, “I can eat fresh kill.” Cherryheart didn’t have any milk to give to Thunderkit, which was a rare occurrence so he had to drink Roundfang’s milk. It seemed strange to a lot of cats that Cherryheart wouldn’t be able to provide milk because Bronzestripe had been unable to find anything that could have caused his mother to lose her milk, so it made some cats suspicious, which made Cherryheart angry that cats would question her.

Roundfang nodded and flicked her tail indicating that he could leave. Thunderkit dashed away until he found Rufflekit and Dragonkit who were listening to what Hollowstar was saying. “Did I miss anything?” he asked Rufflekit who shook his head.

“He’s just talking about the Gathering yesterday.” Thunderkit suddenly remembered that there had been a gathering the previous night and turned his attention to Hollowstar who was still talking.

“Shadowclan has hinted that they want to take back the territory that our ancestors Firestar and Lionblaze fought for. I don’t understand how Sharkstar could want to start the battle which their loyal deputy Russetfur was killed in. After all it was the Dark Forest who wanted this battle that took place many, many moons ago.”

“If they ask for the territory will we give it to them?” Roboflight, one of the senior warriors called.

“I can assure you that Thunderclan will fight for that land,” Hollowstar promised, “It would look weak to give it to them, and after Shadowclan got that strip of land they would just ask for more.”

Murmurs of agreement swept through the clan and Aquatail called out, “but it was the Dark Forest’s will that the battle there happened last time, so isn’t it dangerous to fight over that land again.”

This time the clan was murmuring again loudly and Thunderkit hoped that Hollowstar wouldn’t allow Shadowclan to take their territory. To his relief Hollowstar objected, “Then we were attacking Shadowclan territory, now we are defending ours. We will fight for this land.”

Murmurs of agreement swept through clan again and someone let out a battle cry. But Hollowstar wasn’t done yet. “We have to kits ready to be apprentices today,” he called to the cats bellow him.

“He’s going to do it now?” Rufflekit was frantic, “but I was going to ask him if-”

Dragonkit cut him off, “Come on Rufflekit let’s go!”

“Not so fast,” Roundfang was behind them, “You can’t go like this, you look terrible.” She quickly started to groom the cats and they both tried breaking free.

Hollowstar continued, “Rufflekit and Dragonkit are ready to become apprentices today.” Both kits hesitated and Roundfang pushed them forward. Both kits shyly started to move towards the High ledge.

Hollowstar addressed the kits now, “Dragonkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be an apprentice. From this day on, until you receive you warrior name, you will be known as Dragonpaw. Your mentor will be Frostcloud. I hope Frostcloud will pass down all she knows to you.” <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> Hollowstar signaled to Frostcloud to come forward, “Frostcloud, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent quality training from Emberclaw, and you have shown yourself to be loyal and smart. You will be the mentor of Dragonpaw, and I expect you to pass down everything you know to Dragonpaw.”

Thunderkit watched as Dragonkit and Frostcloud touched noses, and Hollowstar turned to Rufflekit but before he could begin Rufflekit cut him off, “Hollowstar, I wish to become a medicine cat apprentice.”

The clan gasped and looked around at each other curiously. Hollowstar didn’t object but simply commented, “You should have told me before Rufflekit, but we can make you a medicine cat apprentice if Bronzestripe is okay with that.”

Bronzestripe stepped out of her den, “Of course I’m okay with it, and I have been in need of an apprentice for a while.”

“Rufflekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be an apprentice. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Rufflepaw. Your mentor will be Bronzestripe. I hope that she will pass down everything she knows to you.”

Bronzestripe stepped forward, “Cats of Thunderclan, as you know, I will not be around forever. So it is time I took an apprentice. I will mentor a cat who has shown energy and thoughtfulness. Your next medicine cat will be Rufflepaw.”

Thunderkit felt himself going numb. Since when did Rufflekit-Rufflepaw now, want to be a medicine cat apprentice?

Hollowstar asked Rufflepaw, “Do you accept the post as apprentice to Bronzestripe?”

Rufflepaw nodded, “I do.”

“Then at the half-moon, you must travel to the Moonpool to be accepted by Starclan before the other medicine cats,” Bronzestripe meowed.

Hollowstar finally concluded the ceremony by dipping his head to Rufflepaw, “The good wishes of all Thunderclan will go with you.”

Finally Bronzestripe and Rufflepaw touched noses as the clan started chanting, “Rufflepaw! Dragonpaw! Rufflepaw! Dragonpaw!”

Both of Thunderkit’s friends stood proudly and when they finally came down, Thunderkit asked Rufflepaw, “How long have you wanted to be medicine cat?”

Rufflepaw thought about a little, “For I while I guess,” He finally decided, “There was always this voice inside me telling me to be medicine cat and I ignored it, I guess, until just now.”

Dragonpaw couldn’t stay in place, “I’m going to talk to Frostcloud to see if there is anything she wants me to do.”

Rufflepaw nodded, “I should go see if there is anything Bronzestripe wants.”

As the two cats bounded away Thunderkit decided to go visit Scrapkit, “wait up Rufflepaw!” he called, “I want to see Scrapkit.”

Rufflepaw slowed down and waited for Thunderkit to catch up. The two cats walked to the nursery where Bronzestripe was crouching over Scrapkit feeding her another herb. The two kits walked up to where Scrapkit was lying and Rufflepaw dipped his head respectfully towards his mentor.

Bronzestripe looked hoarse, “I’m afraid she’s going to die,” she wailed, “probably very soon. I don’t think she will see the next sunrise.”

Panic fluttered up Thunderkit’s body and he started to become very worried. “Where’s Cloudfur?” he asked Bronzestripe.

“I sent Cloudfur to get some fresh kill. I don’t want her to know about Scrapkit’s condition.” She replied hoarsely.

Thunderkit bristled, and worry and anxiety for his friend made him rude and impatient, “Cloudfur is Scrapkit’s mother. She has every right to know.” He snapped, “What kind of medicine cat are you?”

Bronzestripe looked worried and Thunderkit could see pain piercing her gaze, “It’s painful to lose a kit,” she rasped in a voice unlike the one she had during Rufflepaw’s apprentice ceremony, “You wouldn’t understand.”

“And you do!” this time it was Rufflepaw. Thunderkit found hisself surprised that Rufflepaw had turned against his mentor on his first day as her apprentice.

Bronzestripe didn’t answer that question; instead she gazed at Thunderkit which made his fur prickly. He didn’t like the look Bronzestripe was giving him, and he feared that he had already made an enemy of the clan’s medicine cat.

Thunderkit was about to open his mouth to say something when Cloudfur walked into the den. “Where’s Scrapkit?” she demanded. Thunderkit gave Rufflepaw a worried glance and he returned it.

Cloudfur walked over to her kit’s body and started to groom it, “Cloudfur,” Bronzestripe began, “I think Scrapkit will die by the next sunrise.”

“Nooooo!” Cloudfur wailed, “Why Starclan?” she yelled, “Whyyyyyy meeeeee?” Grief clouded eyes but the queen continued to groom her kit. Rufflepaw knelt down beside her.

After a while Cloudfur got up. She murmured some encouraging words to her kit then turned to Bronzestripe, “I can’t bear to watch my kit die. I have to leave now. And since I’m old enough, I am going to retire and become an elder.”

Bronzestripe nodded, “and you will be honored as one.” Cloudfur left the medicine cat den with her tail drooping.

Rufflepaw was crouching over Scrapkit’s body. Suddenly her body started jerking around and her eyes fluttered open. She started gasping, struggling for breath, “Scrapkit are you okay?” Thunderkit yowled as he ran towards her.

She shook her head choking, “I’m dying Thunderkit.”

“Scrapkit, no!” Rufflepaw yowled.

“Just tell Cloudfur that she was a great mother and,” she gasped, “thanks for being such great friends.”

“Scrapkit,” Rufflepaw edged closer to the dying cat and Thunderkit backed away in horror, “you promised me though,” Rufflepaw’s voice was choked out.

“I’ll be waiting for you in Starclan, Rufflepaw,” she gasped, “Besides you are a medicine cat now, it was never meant to be.”

“But I became a medicine cat to save you,” Rufflepaw cried.

“You will save many cats,” Scrapkit managed to murmur, “But I won’t be one of them,” then very quietly she whispered, “I love you,” before her body became limp.

“She rests with Starclan now,” Rufflepaw murmured. <span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">

Bronzestripe looked shocked, and her eyes were still very wide, “You became medicine cat to save Scrapkit,” she demanded, “and she promise that she would become your mate when you became warriors.” Bronzestripe looked horrified and yet Thunderkit thought she saw some sympathy for the warrior in her gaze, “you know that medicine cats aren’t allowed to have mate’s don’t you?”

“Yes,” Rufflepaw sighed his head still down from grief, “But I would rather love a cat and not be able to have them than love a dead cat and have to wait until I reach Starclan to visit them.” Rufflepaw explained.

Bronzestripe had a strange look on her face that Thunderkit couldn’t sort out. “So do you want to become a warrior apprentice now?”

But Rufflepaw shook his head, “I can’t let this happen to any other cat. I don’t want to make anyone else feel my pain. I will stay as a medicine cat to honor Scrapkit.”

“You won’t be able to take any mates,” Bronzestripe warned him.

“Scrapkit was the only mate I could have ever had,” Rufflepaw replied, “I want to become a medicine cat apprentice.”

“Good,” Bronzestripe let out a breath of relief, “do you want to tour the territory so I can show you where to find herbs?”

“Sure,” Rufflepaw answered and he left the medicine cat den with Bronzestripe. Thunderkit went to touch noses with the cold body of Scrapkit before leaving the den as well. He felt so overwhelmed by what had just happened.

 Rufflepaw and Scrapkit were going to become mates,  Thunderkit felt a great rush of pity for his friend. He also was scared of Bronzestripe. She acted so weird around him, he was afraid that he had already made an enemy of her. He deiced to go where he always went when he felt upset or overwhelmed; the elders’ den.

When Willowbreeze saw him she beckoned with her tail for him to come to her. “I got good and bad news,” Thunderkit announced, “which one do you want first?”

“The good news,” Stumpytail huffed walking up to him.

“Cloudfur is moving to the elders’ den,” he announced

“So then the bad news is that...”

“Scrapkit is dead,” Thunderkit murmured with grief

“She rests with Starclan,” Willowbreeze murmured, “I’ve heard that Rufflepaw has become a medicine cat. That’s good news for the Clan. Starclan knows, Bronzestripe is as old as Hollowstar and he only has three lives left.”

Thunderkit nodded deciding not to tell them about the relationship between Rufflepaw and Scrapkit.

“I suppose you want a story?” Stumpytail asked and Thunderkit nodded.

“Can you tell me the story about the final battle against the Dark forest?”

Stumpytail nodded and began his story, “The clans had all been waiting for this battle. The clan leaders had met the last Sunrise and promised to help each other in the final battle. Brokenstar had threatened all of his recruits saying that if any of them betrayed them they would be killed. When the battle started most of the recruits turned on the Dark Forest, saying that they would rather die than be disloyal to their Clan. Some cats did turn against the Clans and they were killed. With the help of the Star Clan recruits, the Clans won, but many cats died, including Hollyleaf, the sister of Lionblaze and Jayfeather, and Spottedleaf, Firestar’s old love before Sandstorm. However, Tigerstar refused to back down and he and Firestar had a final battle in which Firestar killed Tigerstar. But shortly after Tigerstar was killed a tenth time, Firestar died from the battle wounds and went to Starclan. Brambleclaw took his place and became Bramblestar and he picked Squirrelflight, his former mate, as his deputy.” Stumpytail concluded his story.

“What about the final prophecy?” Thunderkit asked, “Can you repeat it to me?”

Stumpytail nodded again, “''There will be three cats, kin of your kin, with the power of the stars in their paws. They will find a fourth, and the battle between light and dark will be won. A new leader will rise from the shadows of his death, and the clan will survive beyond the memories of his memories. This is how it always has been, and how it will always be.”''

Chapter 2
Shadowkit crept through the ferns and pull her legs back preparing to pounce. Her body itched with tension as she waited for the patrol to return. She needed the element of surprise or there would be no point to this. Shadowkit lifted her nose and sniffed the air. She could smell the patrol coming. She arched his back, her battle reflexes ready, and waited. Finally she could see the patrol pass by. Wait,  she warned herself, wait. She waited as the patrol swept by and the back of the patrol was right in front of her, Now! Shadowkit jumped out of the ferns and leapt onto Sharkstar, who turned around wildly. Shadowkit snuck back into the ferns. Sharkstar continued looking around and Shadowkit quickly jumped on him again before running back into the ferns.

Sharkstar sniffed the air, his hackles rose before bringing them down and twitching his whiskers with amusement, “You really scared me for a second there Shadowkit.”

Shadowkit hopped out of the ferns smiling at her father’s praise, “Wasn’t I great?” Mistheart, one of the warriors on the patrol purred at the kit and the rest of the patrol headed into the camp which was right behind them.

Sharkstar licked his kit affectionately, “You are very good at stealth and night fighting,” he purred, “You are a true ShadowClan cat. And ShadowClan cats need their sleep,” he flicked his tail towards the nursery, “Go back to the nursery before Orangegleam starts worrying about you.” Shadowkit flicked her tail impatiently before stomping off to the nursery.

Shadowkit knew she was really good at stealth and night battling which were ShadowClan’s strengths. She had tried to convince Sharkstar to let her become an apprentice a moon early, and when Sharkstar refused, saying it was ridiculous; Shadowkit had decided to try to prove that she was ready.

Sharkstar had scowled at her, warning her that it would be like what the old ShadowClan leader, Brokenstar had done. Shadowkit knew of Brokenstar of course. Almost all of the nursery tales were about him and Tigerstar the other ruthless Shadowclan leader. Shadowkit’s favorite nursery tale was the one about the six cats’ journey to meet Midnight and their way back, which was one of the few nursery tales that didn’t have anything about Tigerstar or Brokenstar. The tale was told from Tawnypelt’s point of view and Shadowkit could listen to the story all day and she wouldn’t get bored.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> Orangegleam was waiting for her in the nursery and smiled when she saw her kit enter. Shadowkit bounded up to her mother; her tail high sat down in the nursery, “Where are Purplekit, Redkit and Pinkkit?” She asked her mother when she noticed that Flapcloud’s three kits were missing.

“Flapcloud took them out for a walk,” her mother replied and passed her kit a frog. Shadowkit’s mouth watered. Cats from other Clans and even several Shadowclan cats though frogs and toads were disgusting, but Shadowkit relished their taste. She liked the stickiness and tartness as well as the texture of the prey.

Shadowkit quickly gulped down the prey and yawned. “I think that you are old enough to stay in the nursery alone for a night,” Orangegleam meowed while stretched, and when Shadowkit gave her a funny look, she explained, “I am going to the gathering tonight, I have to leave you in the nursery.”

Shadowkit nodded and she knew that she wouldn’t be able to go to sleep. She was probably going to have to stay up all night wondering about her mother and the gathering. Orangegleam got up and started to walk towards the fresh kill pile to get herself a shrew.

Shadowkit sensed it before it happened. Quickly she jumped out of the way before Redkit tried to pounce on her. Redkit landed on moss and exclaimed, “How did you do that?” Shadowkit simply purred.

“Hey!” Purplekit jumped in, “Why don’t we play Prey-stone.” All the other cats nodded. Prey-stone was a game that was thought of by three Shadowclan cats. The objective of the game is to get the ‘prey’, a stone into a hole, which is the gap in between two trees. The team which got it into the Prey-hole would win a point, and if the other team blocked them they would win a point.

“I want to be with Purplekit,” Pinkkit yowled.

“So I’m stuck with Redkit,” Shadowkit moaned teasingly.

“Hey!” Redkit pounced on Shadowkit, who rolled over before sheathing her claws and attacking her friend.

“Hey,” Purplekit cut in, “Are we going to play Prey-stone or not?” Redkit and Shadowkit immediately calmed down.

“Wait!” Pinkkit squealed, “Flapcloud told us we had in stay in the nursery.” Shadowkit sighed. Flapcloud was a very protective mother who was constantly fussing over her kits. Shadowkit was so glad that Orangegleam wasn’t that strict, or she didn’t know what she would do all day.

The other kits were crestfallen and Purplekit cut in, “We should just sneak out,” excitement tingled in her voice she added, “It would be even more fun.” The other kits all nodded.

Slowly the kits crawled out of the nursery. They ducked under the bramble thicket and were making their way out of camp when Sharkstar saw Flapcloud’s kits. “Hey,” he called the kits, “Do you know where Shadowkit is? I want to have a word with her.”

Shadowkit smirked, Sharkstar hadn’t even noticed that she was there but instead he had noticed Flapcloud’s kits. Her thrill quickly changed into anxiety though when she realized that she must be in trouble if Sharkstar wanted to see her. Flapcloud’s kits must have sensed it too, because they innocently shook their heads. Sharkstar nodded and flicked his tail, “You can go outside and play your game.”

When the three kits had bounded off Sharkstar sniffed the air before pushing his was behind the bush where Shadowkit was hiding. “I smelled you,” he purred, “next time you should try to stay downwind so that your scent doesn’t drift.”

Shadowkit was surprised, ''was her father trying to train her? ''Sharkstar continued, “That’s how I scented you during the patrol.”

Shadowkit rolled her eyes, “I purposely hid somewhere where you would smell me so you wouldn’t freak out and think that it was a patrol, and I just forgot this time. I was sneaking out of camp so I wasn’t trying to hide from you.”

Sharkstar flicked his tail, “Are you trying to train me?” Shadowkit suddenly burst out.

Sharkstar took a deep breath, “Follow me,” he flicked his tail to the leader’s den. Curious, Shadowkit followed her father into the leader’s den.

Once they were in his father’s den Shadowkit looked around curiously. She had never been in the leader’s den before and had always wondered what it looked like. Sharkstar waited patiently as she looked around and finally turned to her leader.

Sharkstar began, “The day you were born your mother wanted to name you Shadowkit which I was against because it was against Clan tradition to name a kit after her Clan. However, Ravenfur told me that Starclan wanted you to have this name and when I asked him why Starclan cared, he told me that you were no ordinary cat.”

“So,” Shadowkit hesitated, “I’m your daughter; of course I’m no ordinary cat.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> “Well,” Sharkstar continued, “a couple nights ago Starclan sent me a dream. They told me that the Clans were about to be tested, like they had never been tested before and that four cats, who they also mentioned were currently kits, would lead the clans through this test that Starclan had set up for us. They also said that the test would be made by three kits that could change the way of the clans forever.”

Shadowkit wanted to ask what made her father think she was special, but she already knew why. Shadowkit wasn’t even sure she wanted it to be another cat. The idea of leading the Clans gave her a thrilling amount of excitement and pride, but also anxiety at what would happen if she failed.

“Don’t worry,” Sharkstar added seeing the concern in her eyes, “there still is a long time until that day, but I want to have you prepared.”

“But,” Shadowkit cut in, “what about Redkit, Purplekit and Pinkkit, won’t they realize something is up.”

“I’m going to tell the Clan,” Sharkstar replied, “and the other Clans.”

“The Clan,” now Shadowkit was worried, “but are you sure…”

Sharkstar cut her off, “During the battle against the Dark Forest, ThunderClan couldn’t even tell their warriors about what had happened and because of that the Dark Forest got more dangerous than it would have been. I am going to train kits know because I don’t know what is in store for us and our kits need to be ready to defend ourselves,” However Sharkstar added seeing the look of excitement that crossed Shadowkit’s face, “I will not be training you like an apprentice. Just some stretches and a small amount of defense tactics. We can’t afford to be like Brokenstar.”

Shadowkit nodded, “One more question,” she asked, “didn’t StarClan send other Clan leaders dreams, and how do you plan to tell them?

Sharkstar shrugged, “StarClan told me that I was the only cat who received this dream,” he sighed, “as for how I’m going to tell the Clans. I am going to ask for the territory that ThunderClan took from us a while ago is given back to us. This will be a pretty obvious hint that dark times are approaching because last time the battle was because of the Dark Forest.”

Shadowkit nodded. She understood his father’s reasoning, but she knew it would take a lot of courage to say that in front of the other Clans. Sharkstar flicked his tail indicating that she was dismissed.

Shadowkit ran out of the nursery and out of the camp where the other kits were waiting for her. “What did he want?” Pinkkit asked.

Shadowkit shrugged, “Nothing,” but it must have been obvious that she was lying because all three kits gave her curious looks. “So,” Shadowkit bounced in when nobody said anything, “Are we going to play or not?”

The kits started playing their game but Shadowkit’s thoughts kept wondering back to her conversation with her father. ''I am destined to lead the Clans. ''Shadowkit was proud, but even as a Shadowclan cat, her pride was barely noticeable under all of the other feelings that kept coming up about being a special cat.

“Shadowkit, Shadowkit!” Redkit exclaimed, “Are you playing or not,” Shadowkit blinked, realizing that Pinkkit had just snatched the rock from her and she hadn’t even realized it. She shook her head.

“I’m sorry I just don’t feel like playing today,” she apologized.

Purplekit frowned, “You were the one who wanted to play so bad,” and then added, “Did Sharkstar say something that bothered you.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Slowly Shadowkit nodded and the she-kits all crowded around her, Shadowkit realized that it couldn’t hurt to tell them because Sharkstar was going to tell the whole Clan anyways. She sat down and took a deep breath. This was going to be hard to explain. Shadowkit was eating her vole when she heard Sharkstar from the High branch. “Are you going to listen?” Purplekit asked. Shadowkit shook her head. She wasn’t ready for this. She put her head down and quietly waited as she heard all of the warriors and apprentices paddling out of their dens to listen to Sharkstar’s announcements.

She waited as she heard the cats settling down and Sharkstar talking.

“As you know there is a gathering tonight. During the gathering I will ask for the land that Thunderclan took from us a long time ago back when Blackstar was the leader of ShadowClan.” Murmurs quickly swept among the clan and Sharkstar continued before anyone could comment, “This is because I have received a dream from StarClan, telling me that the Clans will soon be tested, like they have never been tested before and that only four cats will be able to guide us through this struggle.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> Sharkstar remained quiet as the murmurs continued. Shadowkit could hear some gasp and some wails but nobody denied what Sharkstar said. Nobody ever denied what Sharkstar said. Sharkstar was one of the noblest cats in the Clans, and a lie had never escaped from his mouth. He had never made any suggestions that had harmed anybody either. Sure, Sharkstar was fierce and proud, and even, like all Shadowclan cats, cold-blooded, but nobody could doubt his nobility or honesty.

When the talking finally quieted down Sharkstar continued, “I am asking for this land because I hope the other clans will view it as a bad omen and understand that something big is about to happen as I was told in my dream that I was the only leader who had this dream.”

Some cats howled to that, delighted that Shadowclan was finally chosen for something special. It was almost always ThunderClan who received the prophecies and the prophesized cats.

“I also want to start training kits,” Sharkstar put in and some cats gasped, “But,” Sharkstar continued, “We will only teach them to defend their selves, not fight or hunt.”

All the cats who had gasped in rage were now breathing sighs of relief or cheering on Sharkstar who was still talking, “No other Clans can know about this, because, although our training will be nothing like apprentice training, and our kits’ trainers will be very soft and easy on them, other Clans may accuse us of breaking the Warrior Code.”

Shadowkit recognized the voice of the she-cat Buzzheart as she called, “Who will be the kits mentors?”

Sharkstar answered, “Nobody. Apprentices will take turns teaching kits self defense only. We are not training them, just helping them learn to defend their selves. However,” he added flicking is tail towards the she-cat, “you can oversee the apprentices and arrange which apprentice will be helping them learn self defense.”

Buzzheart nodded and there was a long silence. Finally a voice Shadowkit couldn’t recognize cut in, “Who are these cats that will guide us.”

Shadowkit prepared her ears and clenched her teeth. She had not even told Flapcloud’s kits that she was one of the cats. To her greatest relief Sharkstar didn’t tell the clan. “I don’t know,” Shadowkit found herself surprised at her father’s lie when she realized it wasn’t a lie. Her father had just guessed it was her. He didn’t know that for sure. “However, I think it is one cat from each clan.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> Shadowkit guessed her father dismissed them then, because she could hear cats whispering and Flapcloud’s kits came inside the nursery, followed by Buzzheart. “Okay,” she began, “I want you to understand, Shadowkit, that you will start your training when you become an apprentice and Redkit, Purplekit and Pinkkit will get half a moon of defensive training.”

Shadowkit gave her a curious look and Buzzheart explained, “I have decided not to start your training until a moon later and you will be an apprentice in a moon.” Shadowkit puffed her chest despite herself. Sometimes she found it hard to believe she would be taught how to actually fight and sneak up on her enemies. She wasn’t even sure she wanted this defensive training. Defense was for a kittypet, although she couldn’t help wondering if Sharkstar would approve when he wanted to do it so that she could learn defense.

Redkit, Purplekit and Pinkkit were half a moon younger than Shadowkit so they would get half a moon of training. The kits all nodded to Buzzheart who disappeared. “I can’t believe it!” Pinkkit exclaimed, “They’re teaching us defense. It is ridiculous. They should teach us fighting too.”

Shadowkit shook her head, despite how much she wanted to be an apprentice right now. There was a reason the Warrior Code was made and a reason that an age limit for apprenticeship was on there. They had to listen to StarClan. Faith was very important.

A short while later Wingpelt, the Clan deputy, called the warriors who she was taking to the gathering. Shadowkit listened as she called out her mother’s name. Orangegleam gave her an affectionate lick before disappearing through the bramble thickets. Shadowkit watched her leave the nursery and wait beside the other cats going to the gathering.

Flapcloud was sitting in the nursery beside her kits that were chomping down on a vole. Normally Shadowkit would have snuck up on them but now she didn’t feel in the mood. ''Am I a cat destined to lead the Clans? ''Shadowkit wasn’t sure anymore. She decided to go ask Ravenfur when she remembered that the medicine cat was going to the gathering as well. Sighing, she put her head on her paws and tried to fall asleep.

'' Starclan is calling you Shadowkit, you have no need to feel afraid. Don’t try to run from the truth; you can’t escape your destiny. '' Shadowkit gasped as she realized she was in her den. As she looked around she noticed her mother sleeping in her den and realized that the gathering must have finished. But Shadowkit was sure she recognized that thick-furred, muscular, large black she-cat with green eyes. She couldn’t remember at the time but she knew a cat like that. Not somebody that she knew personally but somebody she always heard stories of. It was just a dream, Shadowkit thought to herself, ''it was just a dream. ''

But was it a dream from StarClan? Shadowkit decided not to think about that and to try to fall asleep. She knew it was too late to go to the elders den so she repeated her favorite story of Tawnypelt’s journey to herself, the way elders said Tawnypelt told the story herself.

'' No amount of strength, speed, stealth or even loyalty can be greater than or take you through what the greatest gift StarClan has given us can. In order to survive and in order to thrive, we must always maintain our faith, Faith in StarClan, Faith in our Clan, Faith in our Clanmates, and Faith in ourselves. ''

Chapter 3
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the High stone for a Clan meeting!”

Riverkit jumped when he heard Mossstar calling his clan. He saw Breezekit pulling herself up too, and waited for the kit to catch up to him before walking out of the nursery. As the two cats started walking towards the clearing, Leaffall, Riverkit’s father, blocked them. Riverkit tried to shove past his father but he wouldn’t budge.

“Sorry Riverkit, but you need to stay in the nursery. The Clan has much to mourn and we don’t want kits to get in our way.” Riverkit sighed and he could see Breezekit lashing her tail. “Why don’t you go play with Droopytail’s kits?” he offered.

Breezekit replied, “”Droopytail took them outside on a walk.” Leaffall sighed and flicked his tail towards the nursery.

“We’ll stay at the edge of the clearing,” Riverkit pleaded. Now that he knew something big had happened, he was even more determined to listen to what Mossstar was going to say. Leaffall looked thoughtful and was still thinking when Ashwood, Breezekit’s father, came up. “Don’t worry, I’ll watch over them.”

Riverkit wanted to jump with relief. He would be able to hear the news after all. Leaffall nodded and went over to touch noses with Mossstar before sitting down with the other cats. Riverkit purred. His father was a very important member of the clan and was the warrior Mossstar trusted most.

Breezekit and Ashwood were talking about the usual things a father would talk about with his kit. Breezekit was a lot closer to Ashwood than most kits were to their parents because Ashwood had risked so much to give birth to Breezekit by taking a cat from another Clan as a mate and bringing her to his Clan. None of the kits judged Breezekit for what her parents had done, but some warriors would send dirty glances or glares towards Breezekit which she never missed. Riverkit felt bad for his friend when this happened, as it wasn’t even her fault that her parents had done things they weren’t supposed to.

Suddenly, the Clan quieted down and Riverkit craned his neck to see what was going on. A body was being carried through the camp which Riverkit failed to recognize, and when Riverkit looked at Mossstar he could see the sorrow that clouded the leader’s eyes.

“RiverClan!” Mossstar began, “Today we ran into a couple badgers near the Horse Place. We sent a patrol to drive them out of our territory consisting of Salmonfall, Honorlight, Runningwave and Squirmheart.” The Clan stayed quiet and Mossstar continued, “We drove the badger out, but during the attack one of our warriors was fatally injured and dead by the time he came back to the Clan.”

'' Who? '' Riverkit’s heart pounded as he tried to see the body, “Squirmheart, my very loyal deputy, now hunts with Starclan.” Some yowls of pain came from the Clan and Riverkit felt stunned. Squirmheart was the greatest deputy that Riverclan could have asked for and now he was gone. No wonder Mossstar seemed so upset.

“Who will be the new deputy?” one of the apprentices called out.

“Normally I would wait a little longer to decide the new deputy but we have a gathering today so I need to decide now. But first I have a ceremony I need to perform.” Mossstar flicked his tail towards Rushhope and Streamfall, who were old warriors and litter mates, and the toms came to stand before their leader.

“Rushhope and Streamfall, is it your wish to give up the name of a warrior and go to join the elders.”

Riverkit couldn’t say he was surprised; they were both old toms, but she was now very excited. RiverClan didn’t even have any elders, which the Clan was always fretting about, and now she would finally be able to hear some stories. “I do,” Both warriors replied.

Mossstar nodded, “Your Clan honors you and all the service you have given to us. I call upon StarClan to give you many moons of rest.”

Both Warriors nodded and the clan started calling their name “Rushhope! Streamfall!” Riverkit bounced, “Now I can finally hear some nursery tales. Queens are no good at that.” Breezekit nodded in agreement, excitement visible through her gaze as well.

Once the elders made it back down cats started whispering about who they thought the new deputy would be. The name she heard the most was Ashwood, and how he would have made a great deputy.

Mossstar took a deep breath “I say these warriors before Starclan, that the spirits of our warrior ancestors and Squirmheart may hear and approve of my choice. The new deputy of RiverClan is Leaffall.”

Riverkit jumped. ''His father was deputy. ''He was thrilled and knew that her father deserved it. Leaffall stepped forward, “I will serve this Clan to the best of my ability and try to live up to Squirmheart.” The Clan started cheering for Riverkit’s father and he raised his head proudly.

Riverkit had been surprised, though. Her father was a strong and loyal warrior but there were many other cats that would have been a much more obvious choice for deputy. Ashwood would have been the only cat to chose, if he hadn’t taken Crowflight for a mate. He was strong, very loyal, despite his secret meetings with his mate, and was a leader. It was almost as if StarClan had wanted it until he showed up with Crowflight.

Breezekit must have realized this too because she turned to her father, “You should be deputy!” she complained, “You would be great at it.”

Ashwood sighed, “Perhaps but the Clan had its reasons for not trusting me and, though my loyalty couldn’t be anywhere, I don’t blame them.”

Breezekit huffed before proudly praising her father, “You would have made a much better deputy than that Leaffall.”

Riverkit tensed. He was okay with jealousy and confusion but nobody was allowed to talk about his father like that. He was about to snap something at Breezekit when Ashwood did for her, “Leaffall will make a great deputy and I don’t ever want to hear you talking about our deputy like that again.”

Breezekit bowed her head in shame and Riverkit let himself relax, before he realized that he should go congratulate his father. Leaffall was surrounded by warriors congratulating him and licking him on the shoulder. Riverkit was waiting in line when Mossstar came up to him, “Proud of your father aren’t you?”

Riverkit nodded numb. Mossstar was talking to him when there were a lot of other warriors around. He took a deep breath and replied, “My father had worked hard for this. It’s only what he deserves.”

Mossstar nodded, “He deserves more for the loyalty that he has given me and his Clan,” Mossstar was quiet for a minute before he asked him a question Riverkit would never expect him to ask, “Do you know why I chose your father over Ashwood?”

Riverkit took in a deep breath, and guessed, “Because the Clan wasn’t ready to trust him yet?”

Mossstar shook his head, “Once I trusted Ashwood as deputy the Clan would do so slowly as well. No. That’s not why I didn’t choose Ashwood. I didn’t choose him because I don’t think I can trust him yet.”

Riverkit was delighted that his father was deputy but he knew he had to reply honestly, “Ashwood is more than loyal. You can tell by the way he talks with Breezekit about Leaffall being deputy. He doesn’t care because it is for the better sake of the Clan. He even doesn’t blame some cats for being so hostile to him.”

Mossstar nodded, “I don’t doubt his loyalty like that. It’s just StarClan sent me a dream last night, warning me that Ashwood’s story isn’t over yet. That he will still have one more choice to make, and I can’t risk him making the wrong choice.”

Riverkit doubted that Ashwood would do something wrong to the Clan he loved so much, but he asked something else instead, “Why are you telling me this?”

Mossstar shrugged, “Let’s just say Ashwood isn’t the only one who StarClan has sent me dream about.”

Riverkit gasped as Mossstar left. Was it just him or had he seen Mossstar glance at Breezekit while he said that. And it still didn’t answer why he had told him of all cats. Riverkit was so lost in thought that he didn’t even realize it was his turn to congratulate his father until his father purred, “Are you going to congratulate me or not.”

Riverkit shook his head and congratulated his father before leaving. He noticed that Ashwood was right behind him and he stayed behind to listen to what gray tom was going to say to his father. “Good job,” Riverkit could detect no envy in the tom’s voice and was even further surprised when he leaned forward and whispered, “Between you and me, you deserve this more than I ever could have.”

Leaffall purred, “Thank you. It means so much coming from you of all warriors.” Ashwood dipped his head before turning around and disappearing through the warriors den. Riverkit was heading back to the den when he realized that the best way to clear his mind was to go for a swim.

Riverkit was lucky; there were no warriors outside hunting, because they were all mourning the dead deputy. He easily snuck out of camp and then down into the river. Gracefully, he jumped into the river and started to paddle in the water. He took a breath and dived underwater. Riverkit loved the lake; it was so relaxing and beautiful. Most RiverClan cats didn’t put their head under water, but Riverkit was a talented swimmer and he loved looking at all the fish, from under the water where they looked like more than prey. It also made hunting easier. Riverkit had caught a couple fish, but since it was against the Warrior Code for kits to hunt he had been forced to sneak it into the fresh kill pile.

Now as Riverkit looked at all the fish he found himself wondering if the fish were any different near the other clan’s territories. Riverkit didn’t have a very protective and hysterical mother, because she knew how capable the young kit was of taking care of him. She would only start to worry about her kit if he didn’t show up by the end of a day.

So Riverkit decided it was worth checking out. If a cat saw him they wouldn’t view it as a threat as he was only a kit, and would be too scared to jump into the freezing cold water. Water didn’t scare Riverkit since he was a great swimmer. He was the only kit who could actually swim, so he would be forced to play fight in the water with apprentices, and the only reason apprentices had enough time was because RiverClan desperately lacked elders. Queens tried to take their place by telling stories but they were not good story tellers at all. Riverkit was very excited about having new elders but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to disturb them for at least another couple hours.

Riverkit realized that the temperature of the water slightly changed too, as he moved from WindClan’s to ThunderClan’s side of the lake. So far it had been the warmest in RiverClan, and the water had been noticeably colder in WindClan. Riverkit noticed that the water got slightly warmer as he approached ThunderClan territory.

He noticed something else as he approached ThunderClan territory, a tom, young enough to be a kit, sitting on the edge of the water. Panicking Riverkit dove underwater and waited for the tom to leave.

When the tom didn’t move Riverkit got panicked, he was a good swimmer but he had to breathe and he couldn’t stay underwater forever. Just when Riverkit was sure he would burst out of the water the tom got up and paddled away, his brown pelt clashing with the green ThunderClan forest.

Riverkit shot upwards and struggled for breath. He was tired and would have stopped swimming now, but he didn’t have that option. Instead, he pushed forward and continued through ThunderClan territory and even ShadowClan. ShadowClan brought colder water and Riverkit couldn’t help wondering if it was not the forest, but the actual cats of the clan that sent the chills down his bone. Every cat knew that ShadowClan was home to the cold hearts in the forest. And the Clans were able to respect that too. It was like how Riverclan cats swam and Windclan cats were fast.

While paddling through ShadowClan Riverkit felt his strength failing him. He was tired and he really needed to rest. Before he realized it, Riverkit had pulled himself up on ShadowClan territory and hid himself behind a bush.

Riverkit waited for a while so that he could regain his energy. He was licking himself when he heard a cat behind him. It was a patrol. Panicking Riverkit ducked down. “I swear I smell RiverClan,” Riverkit heard a cat growl.

“Don’t be ridiculous Brownfur,” Riverkit heard another cat, “What would a RiverClan cat be doing so far away from their side of the border.”

This time another cat cut in, “I smell a fear scent,” and when Riverkit gulped he growled, “It’s stronger now.”

Riverkit knew he had to move soon before the warriors found the bush and crowded around him. He pelted out of the bush and all three cats on patrol spotted him. “Don’t move, RiverClan,” Brownfur growled and Riverkit started panting. He started edging towards the water before he was close enough, and then dived in.

Brownfur and the leader of the patrol stayed back but the other one jumped into the water, “He’s just an apprentice, and it should be easy to catch up to him.”

Riverkit gritted his teeth and started to swim. He quickly put a distance in between the ShadowClan warrior and himself and when the patrol leader realized this he called to his warrior, “Buzzheart get over here, you can’t catch up to him. We’ll talk to Riverclan about it at the gathering.”

Buzzheart continued for a couple more seconds before turning around and joining his Clanmates. “Fish face!” she spat at Riverkit who was still fleeing through the water, his heart pounding like drums.

Riverkit was already seriously regretting coming. He had gotten RiverClan into big trouble. They would be accused during the gathering and they wouldn’t be able to back themselves up, because they wouldn’t know. Riverkit realized with a dreading feeling that he should tell Mossstar. He needed to be prepared and know what was happening.

Riverkit soon reached the RiverClan border and pulled himself out of the water. As comfortable as he was with water, Riverkit was a cat and belonged on land so it was a relief to finally feel soil under his paws without needing to worry about what might happen if an enemy cat found him. He was on his territory now this was where he belonged.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> Riverkit’s plan had been to tell Mossstar as soon as he got into camp, but he was exhausted and he needed to sleep before anything else. Marshmallowfall noticed when he came into camp and when she felt his damp fur she snapped, “Why are you so wet? You can’t sleep in my den if you are this damp. Go find yourself another den to sleep in!” Riverkit shrugged off some pain. He knew very well that his mother didn’t care for him; she didn’t even want a kit. She had only had a kit because Leaffall wanted one really bad and every cat in the Clan knew how much Marshmallowfall loved her mate. And despite his mother’s behavior towards her, Riverkit knew that StarClan had meant for his mother and father to become mates.

Leaffall had told him that when he was first born his mother had been very soft with him and even proposed the name, which was a very special condition. According to Breezekit’s mother, the next day Marshmallowfall had seemed disconnected from him. <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Breezekit’s mother, Crowflight, sent Marshmallowfall a sharp look when she wasn’t looking and flicked her tail to Riverkit to come join her. Riverkit gratefully paddled over to her den and fell asleep peacefully beside the sleek black queen. “Riverkit, Riverkit,” Riverkit blinked, his eyes heavy, “RIVERKIT! WAKE UP YOU LAZY LUMP OF FUR!” Riverkit jumped up and looked around to see Breezekit along with Droopytail’s four kits Budkit, Bloomkit, Powerkit and Thrushkit.

Riverkit looked around. Crowflight and Droopytail were at a gathering and Marshmallowfall was still sleeping, her ears twitching making it obvious she was annoyed. “What?” he yawned, also slightly annoyed.

Budkit, who was a moon smaller than Breezekit and Riverkit, jumped, “Breezekit came up with the most radical idea. You have to join us.”

Riverkit was about to ask what it was when he remembered what he had forgot to tell Mossstar because he had fallen asleep. He groaned and Breezekit bounced, “We’re going to sneak off to the gathering, they just left so we won’t miss anything.”

Riverkit might have disagreed if he was a warrior but he was only a kit and his senses of judgment weren’t very sharp. He almost jumped on Marshmallowfall with excitement, “Count me in,” The kits did a quiet cheer before leaving the nursery.

Breezekit seemed to have claimed herself the leader of the secret gathering patrol, because she kept nudging to the front and making signals with his tail. Riverkit felt annoyance take over him. He was the son of the deputy and he was the better swimmer. He also thought he would make a better leader.

Thrushkit must have sensed his jealousy because she whispered, “Don’t forget this was Breezekit’s idea,” and when Riverkit huffed he added, “This means a lot to her.” Riverkit finally gave in and decided to follow Breezekit.

It wasn’t long before they caught up to the warriors and had to hide behind the bushes to remain unnoticed. Unfortunately, some warrior thought they were prey. He nodded to Mossstar who nodded back and continued walking, leaving the warrior to hunt. The kits, scared, started scrambling, looking for somewhere to hide.

When the warrior, whom Riverkit now recognized as Youthclaw, pounced, he caught Budkit and Bloomkit who started to squeal. The other kits were well hidden and the warrior was unable to notice them. He jumped back startled when he saw the kits, “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

The kits cowered back, and Mossstar, who must have realized something was going on came up to, “go back to your den now!” he ordered the kits, “How did you come up with such an idea.”

To the relief of the other four kits, neither said anything. Mossstar sighed and flicked his tail to one of the apprentices, “Take these kits back then quickly hurry up and join us.” He ordered. The apprentice nodded before signaling the kits to follow him.

After the other warriors had left Breezekit let out a long sigh, “That was a close one.”

“Poor Budkit and Bloomkit,” Powerkit mumbled and Riverkit couldn’t help sympathizing for the cats either. Not because they were in trouble, kits always got into trouble, because they would be left behind when their friends were talking about how great the gathering was they would be clueless to what was going on and would be left behind.

After a couple moments Breezekit flicked his tail and the kits continued to follow him until they got to the log that the clans had to cross to go to the gathering. There they waited until all of RiverClan was done crossing and after that waited for ShadowClan too, who were shooting accusing glances at RiverClan. Fortunately, none of the RiverClan cats noticed these looks.

They waited a little while longer after ShadowClan, before they started to debate how to get to the island. “I say lets swim,” Riverkit had called.

“Swim!” Breezekit had gave him a look like he was crazy, “I saw we just run across and hide behind a bush when we cross the tree.”

“We’re RiverClan cats, what’s wrong with swimming,” Riverkit shot back.

“We’re not even apprentices yet,” Breezekit retorted and Thrushkit cut in.

She pointed her tail to two trees, “We could climb up this tree and jump to the other one, then climb down it and we’re on the island.” All of Droopytail’s kits were great tree climbers.

Breezekit looked at Thrushkit like she was crazy, “No way. Only a ThunderClan cat would suggest something like that.”

Thrushkit took a step back, “Only a WindClan cat would want to risk running when there were alternatives.”

Even Powerkit gasped. Breezekit’s eyes were clouded with rage and she was preparing to jump on Thrushkit when Powerkit cut in, to save her littermates pelt, “Why don’t we split up, that way we will be less noticeable and we won’t waste any more time arguing as the gathering will start very soon.”

Breezekit held her ground for another second before sitting up again, “Fine,” she growled and glared at Thrushkit. She then dashed off and started to run across the log. Riverkit jumped into the lake and started to swim across the lake to the island, as Thrushkit and Powerkit climbed up the tree Thrushkit had pointed out and jumped from that tree to another one.

When Riverkit reached the other side he found the bush where Breezekit was hiding, staring wide eyed around him. As soon as Riverkit joined him he could see why. There were cats from all Clans talking and so many different scents mixed together.

Thrushkit and Powerkit soon joined the two kits in their hiding place behind the bush. Powerkit had just opened her mouth to say something when Hollowstar, ThunderClan’s leader, called, “Let the gathering begin.”

The leaders were all standing on branches of the tree and Riverkit could feel his heart beating like lighting. He could also hear the excitement of the other kits. Hollowstar began, “Our Clan is thriving thanks to the good weather. We have a new apprentice, Dragonpaw.” He paused and all the cats started chanting the young apprentice’s name. Riverkit could see the new apprentice, his tail held high as Hollowstar continued, “We also have a new medicine cat apprentice, Rufflepaw,” he paused and Riverkit quickly found the apprentice as they cheered his name.

What surprised Riverkit was that there was sorrow in his gaze, despite all the cheering. Like something more had happened when he became an apprentice. Hollowstar started talking again, “We also have some bad news. One of our kits, Scrapkit has joined StarClan and her mother Cloudfur has joined the elders.”

Murmurs of pity swept among the cats and Riverkit could hear Powerkit and Breezekit mourning him too. Riverkit shivered with joy. This was so exciting; he couldn’t wait until he came to a gathering as an apprentice.

Hollowstar took a step back and Mossstar stepped forward, “RiverClan is also doing well. We had to scare away a badger today, not towards any of your territories, but in the process our loyal deputy, Squirmheart, died.”

Some yowls of pain came from other cats as Riverkit realized Squirmheart must have been very popular among all clans, “In his place, I have appointed Leaffall,” Cats started murmuring again and Riverkit could tell that they were all wondering what would have made him choose Leaffall over Ashwood, after all only RiverClan and WindClan knew about Crowflight’s affair with Ashwood.

Mossstar took a step back and Sharkstar stepped forward, “ShadowClan is doing well,” he said briskly. He was about to step back when he added, “We have seen a RiverClan cat hunting on our territory.”

Yowls of protest came from the RiverClan cats, and Riverkit realized that this could result in a fight. It was his responsibility to stop this. He took a couple deep breaths as e noticed Riverclan cats an Shadowclan cats preparing to break the truce. Taking a deep breath he came out of the bush and called, “It was me Sharkstar, and I apologize.”

Mossstar’s eyes widened but he didn’t say anything. Sharkstar snorted, “How is a kit like you supposed swim to ShadowClan territory,” he demanded as cats continued to whisper.

Riverkit felt his heart pounding as he stood in the spotlight. He was already starting to regret doing this too. But Buzzheart called out, “That’s the cat, I recognize that blue fur and he was small too.”

Sharkstar looked at her, “Are you sure?”

Buzzheart nodded, “I’m sure of it,”

Sharkstar was now looking at Riverkit and he could feel his pelt itching as Sharkstar thought. Finally he shrugged, “I will forgive you, Mossstar but you will owe us.”

Mossstar dipped his head gratefully and Riverkit saw his three friends come out of their hiding bush. Riverkit figured the other kits had gotten jealous of the attention he had and decided to share some of it. Nobody seemed very surprised that he wasn’t alone.

Sharkstar dipped his head, “I will regret this later, but that is one talented cat you have there. I would make good use of him. I have never heard of a warrior, much less a kit, who could swim across the lake. That is something I would call talent.”

Mossstar dipped his head again but Sharkstar wasn’t done, “Speaking of debts, ThunderClan still owes us a piece of land.”

Now it was ThunderClan’s turn to shout and yell as Sharkstar continued, “The land you took from us back in the days of Firestar was not rightfully taken and we are now prepared to take it back.”

Hollowstar growled, “You will have to fight for it.”

A snarl formed on Sharkstar’s face, “Then we will.” Gasps came from the cats as the leaders glared at each other. Riverkit was sure they were going to claw each other’s faces off when Thrushstar, the leader of WindClan cut in.

“Enough!” She yowled, “This is a gathering; fight your battles at another time.” When the leader calmed down she started, “WindClan is doing very well. We don’t have any news for the Clans except an important request for RiverClan.

Mossstar and all the RiverClan cats, including the kits whirled around. Riverkit noticed that the leader was staring at Breezekit. Breezekit must have noticed it too because she was itching her fur uncomfortably.

Mossstar was looking at Thrushstar, “Go ahead.”

Thrushstar took in a breath and Riverkit could feel his as well as Breezekit’s muscles getting tense, “I want Breezekit back in WindClan.”

Chapter 4
 ​  Breezekit stared at Thrushstar in horror. This was a joke, right? It had to be. Nobody could just come up and take a cat from their parents and their clan. Breezekit wasn’t the only one who felt angry and surprised; she could hear whispers and angry murmurs among her Clan and even some others. Breezekit felt a sick feeling creeping up her stomach. Despite the way Clan cats sometimes looked at her, she considered herself entirely loyal to RiverClan, or as loyal as a kit could get.

Of all the cats Droopytail is the first to speak, “What gives you the rights to this kit? Neither it’s mother nor father belong in your Clan.”

“True,” Thrushstar shrugs, “but Crowflight was still pregnant with Breezekit when she left to RiverClan.”

“Barely!” A cat yowled in rage and Breezekit wanted to claw Thrushstar for being such a brat. There was no argument over which Clan Breezekit had birth rights to; she was just trying to make her life more difficult.

Thrushstar didn’t move and flinched when Ashwood stepped out, “Why would you want to put your sister through that pain,” Breezekit was reminded that Thrushstar was her aunt and only became more furious.

Thrushstar was taken off guard or a second before retorting, “I’m sure Crowflight understands the reason, and it is her choice not to share it with you.”

Finally Breezekit hears the voice that she has been longing to hear. It was Crowflight’s loud as a lion, sharp as a knife and vicious as a badger, “Is it worth all of this pain for me to go through, sister,” she scathed, “Just for a little pro-”

“Yes,” Thrushstar argued before anyone can hear what Crowflight has to say, “It is worth all of the pain.”

Crowflight glared at her sister, before hiding back into the shadows. Murmurs continue among all of the clans and Hollowstar coughed, “Droopytail does have a point, Thrushstar,” she warned, “It is quite clear this kit belongs in Riverclan, if you look at its parents.”

Thrushstar bristled, “It is not where the cat is born that decides where she should be, but where she belongs.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"> Sharkstar answered, “How would you know where a kit belongs. This is the way Clan life works, Thrushstar, kits belong in the Clan they are born into, if you are to ignorant to understand this than maybe you don’t deserve the position as leader of your clan.”

Thrushstar hissed at Sharkstar, and the cats seemed to be waiting for what Mossstar had to say, but he was just staring at the sky, where clouds slowly seemed to be forming. He lowered his head, “This gathering has ended. Starclan has dismissed us.”

Almost every cat except for the ones in Windclan seemed relieved at the dismissal as the cats started to split up. The kits hesitated for a moment before they ran up to their clan. They didn’t blend in with their clan mates though. They stayed behind, knowing that the farther away they stayed from their clan the more they delayed whatever trouble they would get in. Breezekit had already started to fret that her apprenticeship may be delayed. She didn’t want to have to wait longer to become an apprentice, she already had waited long enough and there was still a moon left. <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> The walk was long and when they finally reached their camp the kits ran to the nursery and threw themselves to sleep. “Why should we delay their apprenticeship?” Breezekit heard a voice that she could not recognize, “They are obviously not the first kits to do it, only they are probably one of the few to succeed sneaking into a gathering.”

“I don’t think it matters for Breezekit,” another voice called out which Breezekit recognized as Carestorm, “Isn’t she going to Windclan anyways? We should let Windclan decide his punishment.”

“Going to Windclan would be punishment enough for him,” Faithtail replied, “and Windclan has no right to rob us of our cats.”

“Breezekit is not one of our cats. Just look at her, she couldn’t be anything but Windclan.”

“So you want to let Windclan win, just like that. You know how weak that would make us look? Next they would start asking for land.”

When Breezekit finally opened her eyes she could see Riverkit sitting in the nursery, a worried look on his face. His eyes brightened a little bit when he saw Breezekit.

“So what is our punishment?” Breezekit asked her friend.

Riverkit replied, “I don’t know. Droopytail and her kits are out there trying to defend us. Droopytail is mad at us, of course, but she thinks it was it was just our everyday mischief. Don’t want to get a serious punishment. I can’t have my apprenticeship delayed.”

Breezekit could see how glum Riverkit looked, “It never was a good idea to sneak off,” Riverkit nodded and Breezekit found an idea to cheer up her friend, “Why don’t we go to the elders den? Maybe we could hear a story before I leave.”

“Leave? You are not going anywhere!” Riverkit put in.

“Will you listen to the cats? Most of them want to send me off to avoid a battle or because they don’t trust me for having foul blood and the ones that want to keep me only want to because it would look weak otherwise.”

“Don’t listen to them,” Riverkit put in, “Mossstar won’t let you go, and he’s clan leader. There are also a lot of important cats behind him like Leaffall, Ashwood and Lovestorm.”

“What about Beliefsoul?” Beliefsoul was the medicine cat of Riverclan.

“Dreamypaw wants you to stay, but Beliefsoul wants you to leave.”

“Then I will have to go,” Breezekit sighed, “The medicine cat has even more power than the clan leader. If she orders it than I will have to go.”

The two kittens sat in silence for a long time as they listened to the other cats arguing over what was to happen to Breezekit, and the punishments for the kittens. Eventually the two kittens stepped out into the clearing, where their father’s were waiting for them.

“I am very disappointed in you,” Ashwood told his kitten sternly, “I am very disappointed in all of you.”

Both kittens dipped their heads, “When is Mossstar going to make his decisions,” Riverkit asked his father.

“He wants to wait for the cats to settle down; so that they can all express their opinions before he makes his final decision.”

As the kits continued to listen to a variety of opinions, a shape tapped into the clearing and let out a yell. Breezekit recognized it as her mother, “stop it!” she yelled, “Breezekit is my daughter and I will decide where she will go, and their punishment will also be left for the queens to decide.”

“So we are going to start a war, and possibly lose warriors because you said so. You are not even a Riverclan cat.”

Crowflight dipped her head, “I am willing to except that I am no more Riverclan than other Windclan cat despite the many moons that I have spent here. But kits punishments have always been left to their mothers. Also in every clan kits come first. Kits are your future; you will sacrifice so that your clan’s future can blossom. But you won’t have to worry about that. Because I have decided that Breezekit must go to Windclan since that is where her destiny awaits her.”

Breezekit felt herself going numb. Was her mother really sending her away, to a clan she had never been to before. If her mother wanted her gone, then what chance did she stand of being left in her home? Breezekit realized that Crowflight might want her to go so that she could come along and reunite with her old clan.

Ashwood stepped forwards, “Are you going with her?”

Crowflight shrugged, “I don’t know about that yet. I just know that she has to go. That is where she belongs.”

Breezekit could tell that her father was about to protest, but he changed his mind when he saw the look on her mother’s face. Breezekit had never seen a look like that on her mother’s face before. Finally Mossstar stepped into the clearing. Breezekit realized he was hiding near the leader’s den but listening to everything that was going on. “I have reached my final decision,” he mowed and everybody turned towards their leader, “Crowflight’s decision, although I do disagree with it, is the one I have decided on. As her mother Crowflight can decide the fate of Breezekit, so we will send her before midnight. What needs to be solved is if Crowflight and Ashwood will go with her.”

All eyes turned to Breezekit’s parents and she felt herself getting angry at her mother for listening to the stupid leader of Windclan. Who was that cat to take her from her home and make her get used to somewhere else, just because she knew that she would be able to. Breezekit had already decided that she would make life as difficult as possible for Thrushstar and would try as hard as possible to prove that she could never get used to Windclan.

Ashwood barely thought for a moment before he walked up to his daughter touched noses with her and sighed, “I will wish you good luck in Windclan, my daughter.”

As Breezekit felt herself darkening she realized that most of the cats around her were breathing with relief, glad not to have lost their strongest warrior along with a kit. Breezekit could sense that Ashwood wasn’t happy though, and that he wouldn’t have been no matter what decision he made.

Breezekit tried to look on the bright side as she saw her mother thinking; at least she wasn’t a warrior yet. If she had to leave after promising her loyalty to Riverclan then she would be doomed. She had never heard of a clan leader stealing warriors, but this was a situation never heard of before either, and yet her clan was listening to the Windclan leader. Breezekit failed to understand why her mother would send her away like that, when she wasn’t even sure if she would go to Windclan or not.

After thinking for a few moments Crowflight walked up to Ashwood and whispers something into her ear which Breezekit managed to hear.

“I can’t leave my only daughter which I sacrificed so much to give birth to, but yet I sacrificed so much to be by your side. I don’t want to lose the love of either of you”

“You won’t lose any of my love if you leave,” Ashwood whispered to his mate as Breezekit paddled up.

“You won’t lose any of mine either,” Breezekit said, and couldn’t believe it when the words came out of her mouth.

Crowflight thought for a moment before she finally decided, “I will stay beside my mate and the clan which took me in very kindly.”

Breezekit saw a different look on every cats’ face on Crowflight’s decision. Some seemed pleased, some were surprised, some seemed expectant, and some cats didn’t seem to care the slightest bit. Breezekit knew she must have looked crestfallen. She wouldn’t even be moving into this new clan with any cat that she knew.

Mossstar nodded, and Breezekit just realized how informal it must seem for a clan to make a decision without the clan leader addressing the clan, or even standing in their special spot. Breezekit used to dream that one day she would address the clan from there, but it didn’t seem possible any more.

Mossstar turned to Alphastream, “Go to Windclan and tell them that they can come to pick up the kit before midnight.” The senior warrior nodded before running off to inform Windclan of their victory. As soon as he left the clan started whispering again and Breezekit decided to go hide in the nursery for a while.

Riverkit was also in the nursery, but Breezekit didn’t even acknowledge him. She just tried to fall into an uneasy sleep. Breezekit slept for a few hours, but woke up when she felt himself being prodded by Riverkit.

“What is it?” she meowed a little harshly.

“A Windclan warrior is almost here to pick you up.” Riverkit meowed, “I wanted to say good-bye before you left.”

“Where are Droopytail’s kits?” Breezekit asked.

Riverkit hesitated, “they don’t want to be around you since you are Windclan now.”

Breezekit decided not to let it get to her. She wouldn’t have wanted to talk to a cat if she knew that a moon later they might be trying to kill you, claws unsheathed. But she still couldn’t help feeling a bit of resentment towards them, “Well I guess this is good-bye,” Breezekit meowed, “I suppose that the next time I am saying hello will be with my claws or my teeth. I was really disappointed we didn’t get to be apprentices together. You would have been fun to train with.”

“I agree,” Riverkit meowed and the two cats dipped heads towards each other. Breezekit slowly paddled out of camp where a Windclan warrior was waiting. Breezekit realized how alike he looked with the cat as compared to the other cats around him. They were both skinnier and smaller, and their fur was a lot less puffy as compared to those of Riverclan cats.

“Your parents are sleeping,” Mossstar informed her, “would you like me to wake them up?”

Breezekit shook her head. She couldn’t help being upset and disappointed with both of her parents, especially her mother for sending her away and then refusing to even come with her. Breezekit still failed to understand why her mother would send her away to a totally foreign clan.

Mossstar nodded and turned to the Windclan warrior, “I will trust that you don’t need an escort, however, if we find even the slightest clue of a stolen piece of prey then you will have more than you bargained for when you came here to take the kit.”

The Windclan warrior shook his head, “I do not want to risk putting my clan in a war. A rouge cat might have stolen a piece of prey, so I would rather you send an escort with us. I don’t want my clan to be held responsible for something I did not do. I don’t want to get unlucky. Besides I am a medicine cat, it is against my code to do something like that.”

“Yes, well it is against your code to steal kits isn’t it?” Mossstar questioned in a rather hostile manner. The warriors around him all nodded in agreement as all of the cats glared at the medicine cat, who Breezekit had thought was a warrior, tried to ignore all of the glances coming from the enemy cats around him.

“You will not get an escort and you will be held responsible for any missing prey, I hope you have understood.” Mossstar meowed sternly to which the medicine cat dipped his head reluctantly and left the camp, signaling for Breezekit to follow him.

Breezekit hesitated for a moment and considered stomping her paw and saying that she refused to leave, but after a few moments she finally decided to follow the medicine cat, to wherever he would take her.

They walked together and once they were far enough from camp the Windclan medicine tom turned to Breezekit, “By the way, my name is Gracecloud. I am the medicine cat of Windclan. I currently don’t have any apprentices in case you were wondering. In fact, I was appointed as the medicine cat less than a moon ago, when my mentor Losetail had to retire, because his tail was broken. I have heard that your name is Breezekit.”

Breezekit nodded a little shyly trying to resist getting friendly with the tom, but it was so hard. “Thrushstar told me that she will give you the option to change your name if you want to. She will let you change it to whatever you want and she won’t even have to do a special ceremony about it since you have just arrived in the clan.”

Breezekit shook her head, “I don’t want to change my name. It is the only thing that I have left. I hope that Thrushstar can respect that.”

“I am sure she will,” Gracecloud replied before changing the subject, “Are you a good swimmer? Maybe you could teach some Windclan cats how to swim.”

Breezekit shook her head, “Most kits can barely swim, not nearly well enough to teach others, and I am worse than any of the other kits when it comes to swimming. Riverkit is great though. He probably swims better than most of the warriors in our clan and he hasn’t even been apprenticed.”

“I know and I was impressed when I heard what he had done at the gathering yesterday,” Gracecloud replied, “I was also impressed with his courage. Most warriors wouldn’t have the courage to come out and admit doing something like that, even if it would stop a war that could tear the clans apart. But Riverkit didn’t seem to hesitate. He went out there in front of everybody else and did what he had to. All I can say about the tom is that he will be a great addition to your former clan. Someone that we will have to watch out for once he becomes apprenticed. I actually think I see a clan leader in him.”

“Anyways,” Breezekit meowed, “I can barely swim, so forget about swimming lessons. If you want to learn something from me it could be to run faster than the Wind.”

Gracecloud laughed, “I doubt that you could teach Windclan warriors anything about that. They already run as fast as the wind. It is what we are known for.”

Breezekit wasn’t entirely convinced. She was a very fast cat. So fast that she could run to the prey pile and back, and the other kits would wonder how she magically made prey appear. Of course they were kits, but that was a compliment you wouldn’t get every day, “I will bet that I am the fastest cat in Riverclan. Or at least that was in Riverclan. I bet that I run faster than most of the cats in my new clan.”

Gracecloud smiled, “I don’t think so.”

But Breezekit was stubborn, “Prove me wrong. You don’t seem nearly as fast as I am. I am light and agile; I could beat your warriors in a race, no big deal.”

Gracecloud laughed, “Alright, I’ll prove you wrong. How about a race?”

Breezekit was hesitant, “But you don’t know Riverclan territory and I don’t know Windclan territory.”

“I am a medicine cat you know,” the tom reminded her, “I do come by these parts occasionally to speak with your medicine cat.”

“But I lived here,” Breezekit countered.

“You lived in the nursery,” the Windclan cat reminded again, “you probably didn’t go out that often.”

Breezekit had to give in, “But what about Windclan. I don’t know Windclan. I could get lost.”

“We will race up to the Windclan border, how about that?” The medicine cat suggested, and seeing the kits uncertain look added, “I think you are trying to avoid it because you are scared that you will lose.”

Breezekit was taken back and felt that she flushing, “I am not. I can easily beat you in a race; I just want everything to be fair.”

Gracecloud smiled, “Then prove it. Accept my challenge.”

Breezekit smiled, and found that she was opening up to the idea of racing her new medicine cat, “Okay,” she agreed, “I accept your challenge.”

The two cats lined up next to each other and Gracecloud counted down, “Three… Two… One… Go!” Both cats were sprinting in a second. To her horror Breezekit realized that she was actually being beaten. Driven by determination, the kitten quickly closed the distance in between her and the medicine cat and started to gain an advantage. Her advantage grew as Breezekit kept expecting to see the Border in front of her, but it never seemed to come. She felt herself slowing down as Gracecloud started catching up. Just when Breezekit thought she would pass out from exhaustion she saw the horse stable, which marked the border in between Riverclan and Windclan. She pushed herself a little farther and she finally reached the horse stable, with a fair difference in between her and the medicine cat.

She collapsed on the ground and Gracecloud slowed down, seeing that he had lost the race. He eventually caught up to the kitten, and she had recovered and was back on her feet by then, “Can we walk the rest of the way?” Breezekit asked slightly in a pleading tone.

Gracecloud laughed, “Of course,” and when Breezekit kept staring at him he sighed, “Fine I’ll admit it, I underestimated your speed. You really were faster than me. What you lack is experience, that’s why you can’t run far. But I was surprised. At first I was going a little easy on you, but once you started to catch up I ran with my full speed, and yet you managed to get to the border before me. Windclan will make great use of this talent. I was joking about the swimming since Windclan cats don’t go near water. But your speed would work very well in Windclan, along with all of the other fastest cats in the forest.”

“I have to admit,” Breezekit slowly began, “That I was rather disappointed in myself. I underestimated the speed of Windclan cats, and I over estimated my speed. I guess I got a little cocky. Sorry.”

Gracecloud laughed at the kitten, “That’s okay. I underestimated your speed and took you for a bluffer since you are just a kit, and that tends to be what kits to best.”

The two Windclan cats continued to chat as they walked side-by-side. Breezekit had realized by the time they reached camp, that Gracecloud would be the cat she went to if she needed help. He had already got on her good side. At least Windclan wouldn’t be entirely full of hostile stranger cats now. As they got closer to what Gracecloud called camp she realized that it was just a shallow scoop in the ground.

“That’s camp?” Breezekit asked

Gracecloud nodded, “You ever dreamed of sleeping in a den open to the sky, where you could sleep gazing at the clouds?”

“Actually,” Breezekit admitted, “I often consider sneaking out of camp to fall asleep outside before changing my mind.”

“You see,” Gracecloud smiled, “You are a Windclan cat, and you belong here in Windclan.”

A large tortoiseshell she-cat whom Breezekit recognized as Thrushstar walked towards the two approaching cats, she walked over to Breezekit’s other side as they walked through camp. As Breezekit looked around she realized that it was her ideal camp. Set up just the way she would have wanted it.

Breezekit looked around at the cats, all which were glancing at her, some gladly, some with a welcoming look on their face and some with suspicious glances. The two cats walked the kitten to the nursery where there was a Ginger she-cat who was giving milk to a reddish tom.

“I didn’t think you would need milk anymore,” Thrushstar said to which Breezekit nodded, “But Graytail will look after you for a month.”

Slowly Breezekit walked into the nursery. It felt just like she would want a nursery to feel, with the sky right above her. As Breezekit felt herself lying down, about to fall asleep, she heard Thrushstar purr, “Welcome home, Breezekit. Welcome home.”

Chapter 5
“Thunderkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Thunderpaw.”

Thunderpaw waited with excitement, curious who his mentor would be. He was slightly hoping for Emberclaw, his father to mentor him, and he wouldn’t mind Flameheart, one of the strongest and most experienced warriors to mentor him either. He listened with excitement as Hollowstar continued.

“Your mentor will be Sparklelight. I hope Sparklelight will pass down all she knows onto you.”

As Hollowstar turned to Sparklelight Thunderpaw could feel himself ready to leap with excitement. Sparklelight was his mentor, what an honor unlike any other. Hollowstar continued the ceremony by speaking to the deputy, “Sparklelight, you are ready to take on another apprentice. You have received excellent training from Cloudfur and have shown yourself to be wise and noble. You will be the mentor of Thunderpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Thunderpaw.”

Excitedly Thunderpaw walked up to Sparklelight and touched noses with her. He couldn’t believe it. All of the other apprentices would be very jealous of him now that he was the deputy’s apprentice. The only one that wouldn’t swoon over how lucky he was would be Fiercepaw because he was the leader’s apprentice.

Over a moon had passed since Rufflepaw and Dragonpaw had become apprentices, and so much had happened in the meanwhile. Rufflepaw went to the moonstone with Bronzestripe, who was still acting strange around him; Goldentail delivered Hollowstar’s kits; Petalkit a cream colored she-cat, and Rosemarykit a cream colored tom. They were still too young to be played with but Thunderpaw had spent time observing the little bundles of fur. Another big thing was that Tinyleg, the cranky little senior warrior that Thunderpaw has been unable to stand, joined to elders. Thunderpaw had found that he didn’t mind the tom when he was an elder. He could still go to their den and comfortably listen to stories about the beginning of the clans and the ancients even before that. And now Thunderpaw was finally an apprentice. Cherryheart was ready to move out of the nursery and return to her regular duties as a warrior, and Thunderpaw would finally be able to sleep in the same den as his friends.

As Thunderpaw waited on the high rock cats started to chant his name, “Thunderpaw! Thunderpaw! Thunderpaw!” Thunderpaw proudly accepted all the chanting and felt that he had never been this excited or happy in his whole entire life. If this was his apprentice ceremony Thunderpaw could hardly wait until he became a warrior.

When the chanting was done Thunderpaw climbed down from the Highledge and on to the grassy ground. Dragonpaw approached him with a friendly lick. As he promised the apprentice had maintained his friendship with Thunderpaw, although he was too busy to play any games with him. Rufflepaw also stayed friendly with Thunderpaw, but he never really showed up to talk. Rufflepaw had been a lot more silence since the death of his fiancé.

“You are so lucky,” Dragonpaw purred.

“I know,” Thunderpaw replied, “I had been hoping for a senior warrior, and Hollowstar passed through my mind but he already has Fiercepaw, but I had never imagined that Sparklelight would be my mentor.”

Dragonpaw replied, “Maybe you should have waited like ten more moonrises before you got apprenticed. You could have pushed your luck a bit, so than there would be the possibility that you could get Hollowstar as your mentor.”

Thunderpaw laughed. Fiercepaw was almost a warrior since he had been training for four moons now. It was only a matter of time before he became a warrior, and he made sure that every cat living around the lake knew it. Not that Thunderpaw had a problem with Fiercepaw, he was usually nice but he bragged even better than Ratpaw.

“So do you want me to show you the apprentice den?” Dragonpaw asked.

Thunderpaw looked at his mentor who nodded. “Okay,” Thunderpaw replied and followed his friend to the apprentice den. Thunderpaw realized that the apprentice’s den was a cave in the rocks, unlike the bramble thickets in the nursery. He followed his friend inside of the cave where he saw several apprentices eating, sharing tongues and talking about what they learned that day. Thunderpaw couldn’t wait to be a part of it all.

All of the apprentices turned to Thunderpaw when they saw him enter the cave. They all got up and came over to congratulate him. Even Ratpaw came up to congratulate Thunderpaw about being apprentice to the clan deputy. Thunderpaw managed to count a total of seven apprentices not including Dragonpaw. He recognized Ratpaw, of course, but he couldn’t remember any of the others since a very long period of time had passed since he was in the nursery with any of them. Thunderpaw knew Fiercepaw, because he was almost like the figurehead of the apprentices in ThunderClan. However he could not spot the light ginger tom as he looked at the apprentices around him.

Dragonpaw quickly remembered that Thunderpaw needed to be introduced so he started with the tom closest to him. It was a ginger tom who looked very large and strong, “This is Sunpaw,” Dragonpaw meowed before moving on to the next apprentice.

“This is Moonpaw,” Dragonpaw introduced the white-and cream colored she-cat to him. Thunderpaw nodded and listened as Dragonpaw introduced him to Poisonpaw, a tortoiseshell she-cat, Smoothpaw, a cream colored she-cat, Splashpaw, a white she-cat, and Shiftpaw, a white tom with black stripes. Thunderpaw already knew Ratpaw and Dragonpaw told him that both Rufflepaw and Fiercepaw were training with their mentors.

As they shared a rabbit Thunderpaw made a comment, “Rufflepaw hardly leaves the medicine cat area.”

Dragonpaw nodded, “He has gotten really close to Bronzestripe. She is almost like his second mother now. I don’t know if it is because of the death of Scrapkit or because he just enjoys the medicine cats company.” Thunderpaw felt himself bristling. He often caught Bronzestripe glancing at him with that scary glare in her eyes. As much as Thunderpaw hated to admit it, as a kit he had been scared by the medicine cat. But that wouldn’t be the case anymore. Now he would start his training and he would be the strongest warrior that ThunderClan had ever seen.

After finishing their rabbit the two apprentices started to share tongues. While sharing tongues Dragonpaw explained what he had done in his first moon as an apprentice, to Thunderpaw. Thunderpaw listened with excitement as Dragonpaw explained touring ThunderClan’s territory, learning about the other Clans, learning how to look after the elders, basic hunting techniques, and learning some battle techniques as well. Thunderpaw listened with excitement and he started to wonder what Sparklelight would teach him that day and in the following days to come. He hoped he would learn fighting first, after he was shown the clans territories which were all taught on the first day of an apprentice’s training.

When they were done sharing tongues the two apprentices split up, each deciding to go find their mentor. Dragonpaw was going to have a hunting assessment with Frostcloud, and Thunderpaw wanted to meet his mentor. Thunderpaw left the camp and entered the clearing where Sparklelight was assigning patrols and groups to go out and hunt. Thunderpaw patiently waited for Sparklelight to finish, and when she finally did, he excitedly asked, “What are we going to do today?” with an excited jump, which made Sparklelight laugh and flick her tail across his shoulder.

“There is going to be a gathering tomorrow night, and I have already got permission for you to go to it. I think it will be a great experience and the perfect way for you to start your apprenticeship. However, I will need to prepare you for it since you don’t know much about the other clans or their traditions. So, instead of exploring the territories today and tomorrow, I will teach you about the other clans, gatherings, and what I want you to pay attention to when you are at the gathering.” Thunderpaw nodded with excitement. He couldn’t help being slightly disappointed that he wasn’t going to explore his territory today, but he would get to go to the gathering and he was just newly apprenticed. He could already feel that he was ready to burst from excitement.

“I will be the youngest cat in all of the clans to go to the gathering.” Thunderpaw nearly shouted to which his mentor purred.

“Not exactly,” she replied and when Thunderpaw gave her a curious look she explained, “At the last gathering Sharkstar accused Riverclan of trespassing because they had seen a Riverclan cat on their territory. While the two clans were arguing a kit, who was your age back then came out from behind a rock and admitted that it had been him. He apologized and three more kits came out of the same rock. They probably got bored and decided to sneak out, but how no one managed to notice them I still can’t seem to solve. If they were Shadowclan kits then maybe I would understand, but these were Riverclan kits. Well three Riverclan and one, now Windclan kit.”

“What do you mean now-Windclan?” Thunderpaw asked curiously, “What would Riverclan kits being doing with a Windclan kit. Or did they both sneak out the same day and meet each other?”

Sparklelight shook her head, “The kits name was Breezekit. Her mother was originally Windclan and her father was Riverclan, but her mom moved into Riverclan so that she could be with her mate. But at that gathering Thrushstar requested the kit come back to her mother’s clan. It angered many cats from all clans, and I could not see any reasoning in it, so I was very surprised when I received news, just a few sunrises ago from a Shadowclan patrol I met while hunting, that Riverclan had agreed to give the kit to Windclan.”

Thunderpaw was thoughtful, “I never heard anything like this the day after the gathering. How come everybody was so quiet about it?” he questioned.

“Unless it concerns our clan, our warriors have much better things to do than gossip about affairs concerning other clans. I want you to understand this. Don’t make me regret taking you to the gathering by spreading rumors and news that is not certain when you should be training and doing your duties.” Sparklelight warned her apprentice very strictly to which Thunderpaw bowed his head.

“I promise I won’t make you regret trusting me,” then brightening a little he added, “I will be the best apprentice in the world.”

Sparklelight laughed, “I’m sure you will. Now I have your lessons for today and tomorrow planed, then you will begin to learn the basics of being a warrior. I want to go hunting for a little while since all of the prey is returning and the clan has really missed fat rabbits compared to the tiny voles. While I am out go join the apprentices and let them teach you basic duties like collecting moss for elders, and running errands for warriors and the medicine cat.”

Thunderpaw quickly dipped his head and ran back into the cave to see if there were any apprentices remaining to help teach him. Sunpaw, Poisonpaw, and Smoothpaw had left, and Splashpaw and Shiftpaw were busy sharing tongues. Moonpaw didn’t seem to be doing anything except for talking to Fiercepaw, who was explaining his great catch. Thunderpaw decided not to disturb the resting Ratpaw since his company wasn’t even appreciated. He walked up to Moonpaw and Fiercepaw, and Fiercepaw quickly ran up to Thunderpaw, “Congratulations on your mentor,” he purred, “I’m Fiercepaw, I sort of remember you from the nursery but you were only a tiny kit then, and I was almost apprenticed. Anyways, welcome to the apprentice’s den.”

“Thanks,” Thunderpaw purred, “My mentor asked me to go do some apprentice duties but I am new so if one of you could show me around that would be great.”

“Of course,” Moonpaw answered glancing at Fiercepaw who nodded, “Why don’t we start by showing you how to collect moss. But you have to make sure it’s dry, or the elders get real cranky then we all get in trouble.” The beautiful she-cat warned Thunderpaw, who couldn’t help gazing into her round blue eyes.

Fiercepaw nodded, “Follow us, we’ll show you the best places to collect moss and the best ways to make sure they are fit for the cranky elders who are looking for something to complain about.”

Moonpaw had a playful gleam in her eyes, “I’d like you to remember these words so that I can tease you about it when you become one of those elders, while I will be sure to remind the kits that they can bring the wettest moss just for you, their favorite elder Fiercemoan, while I enjoy the dry moss because of my services.”

Fiercepaw grunted as he left the apprentice den signaling for the other apprentices to follow them. As they walked out of camp Thunderpaw tried to start a conversation with Moonpaw, “Who was you mentor again?” he asked her trying to sound polite.

“Aquatail,” she replied proudly, “She is probably the best mentor ever. I am almost three moons into my training now, so I should become a warrior pretty soon. It’s too bad we won’t get to spend much time training together. I’ve heard that you are very strong.”

Thunderpaw felt himself going red and tried to imagine Moonpaw as Dragonpaw or Rufflepaw, “Want me to show you?” he asked and jumped on Moonpaw, his claws sheathed. Moonpaw yelped in surprise and tried to flip Thunderpaw over but he wouldn’t budge. She then pulled her hind legs up and kicked Thunderpaw off who managed to regain his balance and land on both feet. He then ran back at Moonpaw and started swiping at her with his paws, all which she managed to avoid. She was aiming a swipe at Thunderpaw when he butted her with his head and sent knocked her down.

Moonpaw made an “Oof” sound, and Thunderpaw ran over to help her up. They was a playful gleam in her eyes and Thunderpaw felt glad that he had at least managed to make himself noticeable in her eyes, “Lucky shot.”

Thunderpaw was about to playfully retort when Fiercepaw cut in, “Hey Moonloser,” he teased, “Beaten by a beginner, I see. And you planned to become a warrior within a month, fat chance that will happen. You’ll have to wait for Thunderpaw to become a warrior first.” Moonpaw cuffed his ear playfully as Thunderpaw noticed he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stop looking into Moonpaw’s eyes. As nice as Fiercepaw had been to him Thunderpaw found himself hoping that he would become a warrior right away so that he didn’t get any closer to Moonpaw than he already was. Thunderpaw found himself surprised it had only taken a short walk to fall for the apprentice. But it wasn’t hard. She was beautiful and had eyes that seemed to go on forever, she was also kind, playful, determined, and impressive. It was no surprise that Fiercepaw had fallen for her too and Thunderpaw couldn’t help wondering how long Fiercepaw had been string into those eyes. Since Moonpaw was born? Since she became an apprentice? Or had he just started looking at her like that? Thunderpaw hoped it was new so that he didn’t have that big of a disadvantage.

Fiercepaw turned to Thunderpaw, “You were good for a apprentice that hasn’t even had a session with your master yet,” Thunderpaw dipped his head a little awkwardly as Fiercepaw continued, “You won’t have as many sessions with your mentor as most apprentices because they will usually be busy, as I know from personnel experience. Instead you will probably spend up to half of your sessions with senior warriors who also have apprentices.”

Thunderpaw nodded with excitement. This meant that he might spend a fair amount of training sessions with Aquatail, since she was probably the oldest warrior who had not yet retired. And that meant more time he would get to spend by Moonpaw. He didn’t say this, of course. Instead he pretended to be disappointed that he wouldn’t get to spend as much time with the deputy.

“If you fluff-brains are done bragging about your mentors, none which are as good as mine, than I would like to remind you that we have reached the best spot to collect moss from so that our elders can sleep comfortably tonight.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Thunderpaw tried to think of the best thing to say and he got there at the same time as Fiercepaw, “Who are you calling a fluff brain?” “Now you go put the moss on their bedding.” Moonpaw explained to Thunderpaw who was listening carefully, but Fiercepaw cut in.

“He’s new Moonpaw, let him watch a couple time before you make him do your work. Why don’t you go put the moss in this time? After all I did it last time and it is your turn, so while you place the dry moss so that our elders can sleep comfortably tonight, Thunderpaw and I will brag to each other about our mentors.”

Moonpaw rolled her eyes and sighed, before picking up the moss and laying it out on the elders den. Thunderpaw watched her with excitement, knowing that he would do it too very soon, and Sparklelight would ask him how it was done. Thunderpaw quickly realized that Fiercepaw was also watching the moss being placed in the elders den. “Why are you watching so intently?” he asked.

Fiercepaw shrugged, “I’ll let you in on a secret. I’m not watching the moss being places on, I’m watching Moonpaw. She’s so beautiful.” Thunderpaw didn’t know what to say. Fiercepaw had just admitted that he loved the cat Thunderpaw already felt himself falling for. Fiercepaw laughed at his silence, “I’ve seen the way you look at her, and it’s not hard to tell you feel the same way.”

Thunderpaw shrugged, “I can’t say that it’s not true,” he knew he would now lose the respect of the apprentice which actually did upset him because he had already come to admire him, despite their similar opinions on she-cats.

Fiercepaw laughed, once again reading his mind, “Don’t worry we can still be friends. I honestly don’t know how I could blame anyone for liking her,” Thunderpaw sighed with relief as Fiercepaw made a proposal, “I propose a truce. We will be fair to each other about her, we will not display hard feelings against each other because of her, and we will not try to lower her opinion on us by telling her bad things about each other.” Fiercepaw smiled as Thunderpaw nodded his head without even thinking. It would be hard to stay friendly with Fiercepaw after their competition got more interesting, but he respected the tom and already viewed him as an apprentice, or a warrior, he would go to if he had questions on his training.

“Hem, hem,” both apprentices heard a cat cough above them. They turned around to see Sparklelight, with a angry look in her eye, “Why don’t you two apprentices go help out your friend instead of gossiping about her,” both apprentices nodded but Sparklelight wasn’t finished, “you have disappointed me on your first day Thunderpaw, I am no longer sure if I should take you to the gathering tomorrow.”

Thunderpaw dipped his head very deeply, “I am very sorry Sparklelight, and I promise it will never happen again.”

Sparklelight nodded, “Make sure you don’t,” and seeing that Thunderpaw was about to run off to help the apprentice flicked her tail, “I can show you around a bit now, that I have finished my hunting,” then jokingly added, “Sorry I gave Fiercepaw an advantage, by pulling you out of the picture.”

Thunderpaw went red, “You don’t know me if you think I’m disappointed to begin my first training lesson.”

“Obviously not, since I have just met you this morning. All I know about you is that I have heard you are a very strong kit, and that you have feelings for Moonpaw. I think an apprentice should have more pressing matters than she-cats to worry about. You can wait until you are a warrior for that. Or you might not get one at all. I know that I wouldn’t have been deputy right now if I had chosen to take a mate. And all apprentices dream of becoming clan leader one day, although that dream dies for most by the time they are warriors. Cats soon realize that the strongest one among them is the one that knows how to follow, as you will soon learn young tom. But today I am going to teach you about the history of the clans and the ancients. I know you have heard tales from elders, but I want to tell you the truth, not the nursery tales, and I want you to realize what you might hear about Thunderclan, and how you should react to it. Once we sent a new apprentice to the gathering and he broke the truce because he heard something that didn’t sound like the tales told in Thunderclan.”

Thunderpaw nodded as Moonpaw and Fiercepaw left his head as he listened to what Sparklelight taught him eagerly, exited to prove himself to the whole forest t the gathering which was coming up. He took in every word his mentor said and at the end when his mentor quizzed him he answered all of the questions correctly.

At the end of their session Thunderpaw got up and stretched. They had been sitting down outside the whole time. “Since I am an apprentice now I suppose I can go take so fresh-kill to Rufflepaw and Bronzestripe.”

“Very thoughtful of you,” Sparklelight meowed proudly before adding, “While you are at it why don’t you get something for yourself too.”

“Thanks,” Thunderpaw replied, “but I already ate. And since I haven’t caught anything yet I would feel guilty to eat. I will just get something for our medicine cats.”

Sparklelight laughed and rolled her eyes before shrugging, “Well, if you say so I can’t make you eat. Well go on then,” Thunderpaw nodded and he was bounding off when he heard Sparklelight call again, “Wait Thunderpaw,” he turned around and walked back to his mentor, “I have to ask you something.” Thunderpaw waited as Sparklelight continued, “I have been worrying about Rufflepaw ever since Scrapkit died. I know that it is painful but if the clan is in danger I am scared he might freeze at the sight of a body as fragile as Scrapkit’s was. You are probably one of the closest cats to him, so I was wondering if you could watch over him a bit for me and then report how he is. This is for his good.”

Thunderpaw was about to nod, when he realized something, “Why are you asking this to me and not Dragonpaw. He is Rufflepaw’s littermate after all, so he would be the first cat you turned to.” Sparklelight didn’t answer and Thunderpaw guessed, “Did Dragonpaw refuse to spy on his brother?” Sparklelight nodded and Thunderpaw shook his head, “I am sorry but if Dragonpaw refuses to do something to Rufflepaw then I cannot do that.”

Sparklelight sighed, “I understand,” she meowed before dismissing her apprentice, “I thought it would be helpful.”

As Thunderpaw bounded off he felt slightly guilty that he had rejected the first thing his mentor had asked of him, but he couldn’t have betrayed Rufflepaw or Dragonpaw, so he shook that thought out of his head and bounded off to the fresh kill pile. Looking around he picked a vole for Rufflepaw and a squirrel for Bronzestripe before heading into the medicine cat den. Rufflepaw spotted him right away and ran up, gratefully accepting the vole and taking the squirrel to Bronzestripe. Bronzestripe dipped her head to Thunderpaw, but he detected that same glance in her eyes and he felt awkward.

“Congratulations,” Rufflepaw purred, “I heard that you became an apprentice and you are going to the gathering tomorrow. All of the apprentices that don’t go will be very jealous. I am actually really excited to because this will be my first gathering, and I will be introduced to the other clans as a medicine cat.”

Thunderpaw purred, “I can’t wait either. I’d love to meet the cats from the other clans and listen to stories from them. It will be so grand, and I will be there on my second day as an apprentice. Sparklelight almost changed her mind when she heard me and Fiercepaw talking when we were supposed to be helping Moonpaw set up the fresh moss, but she decided not to. I was really scared that I might not be able to go, though.”

The two apprentices chatted for a while before Thunderpaw decided to leave and go back to his mentor. Sparklelight told him that he should go help out whoever needed it, but warned him not to go hunting since he was inexperienced and might scare away the prey. Thunderkit was confident that he would be able to catch it but he listened because he really badly wanted to go to the gathering.

He went into the apprentice’s den, and to his delight he found that Moonpaw and a sleeping Ratpaw were the only ones there. Moonpaw’s eyes also brightened when she saw the new apprentices and she bounded up to him, “So what did you do with the deputy?” she asked him, a slight amount of amusement available in her gaze.

Thunderpaw shrugged, “We talked about manners at the gathering and the warrior code, and you know basic stuff,” he paused before asking, “So what did you do with Aquatail today, you look worn out?”

Moonpaw’s eyes brightened, “It was incredible. You won’t believe it, today I learned to cross a Thunderpath,” Thunderpaw was about to ask a question when Moonpaw guessed it, “Since there aren’t any Thunderpaths around the lake we had to walk pretty far to find one, and when we did Aquatail explained how to cross it. I actually crossed it like ten times in total. I was actually scared the first time but I did it, and it was amazing.”

Thunderpaw quickly thought about how to react, “Well,” he said in a teasing tone, “I used to think it was big to cross a Thunderpath, but now it doesn’t sound like such a big deal anymore. I mean if even you, who couldn’t put up in a fight against me, can cross it than how hard can it really be. Oh well.”

Thunderpaw was ready when Moonpaw jumped, and he rolled out of the way before jumping on her. The two cats rolled around for a while laughing and they even rolled over Ratpaw who woke up for a moment before mumbling about noisy apprentices that couldn’t do fraction of what he could, and falling back asleep. The two apprentices stopped and Thunderpaw commented, “Has he been sleeping all day. What’s his problem, did he stay up really late last night.”

Moonpaw shook her head, “That’s Ratpaw for you. If he’s not outside training with his master he is in here sleeping. He won’t ever get the moss which is very annoying. We try to tell on him but the warriors tell us to grow up and start complaining like a group of kits so we just let him sleep.”

Thunderpaw laughed, “I remember when he blamed us because he fell asleep on Windclan territory.” Moonpaw seemed to remember to because she also laughed.

“I was one of the apprentices that stuck up for you,” she commented, “But nobody listened to me since I was so young. Fiercepaw was in a cranky mood that day so he just randomly nodded when somebody asked him if the kits were making noise.” Thunderpaw nodded but he didn’t really care. Kits always got in trouble so it wasn’t really a big deal. The reason it had made him mad was because Ratpaw had thrown off some of the blame.

Thunderpaw continued to learn from Sparklelight and during his free time he played with Dragonpaw, Rufflepaw, Moonpaw and sometime Fiercepaw who tried to be around Moonpaw as much as possible. Thunderpaw soon became friends with all of the other apprentices, except Ratpaw, and got along especially well with Sunpaw, who happened to be Moonpaw’s littermate.

Finally the night of the gathering came, and Thunderpaw waited with excitement as Hollowstar called out the cats he would be taking with him from the Highledge. “My deputy, the medicine cats and I will go, of course,” he began, “The warriors that I will take are Emberclaw, Mangoleap, Firestorm, Badgerclaw, Saphirepelt, Frostcloud, Dashheart, Lightningpelt, Vinestorm, Molepounce and Pointedheart. The apprentices that are coming will be are Sunpaw, Moonpaw, Shiftpaw and Thunderpaw,” Even though he knew that he would be going Thunderpaw felt his heart soar when he heard him name. It made him especially glad to know Moonpaw would be there too, “No queens will be coming and I will take Tinyleg among the elders.”

He dismissed the clan and the cats selected to go to the gathering with him followed the large gray leader. Thunderpaw fell beside Moonpaw, “Have you ever gone to the gathering before?” he asked her.

“Once,” she replied, “That was last moon when you were still a kit, but there was so much going on during that gathering that it was a little more than a cat would hope for during their first gathering. I hope this one doesn’t have as much raucous.”

Thunderpaw thought for a moment, “Then you know about those kits that snuck into the gathering while their parents were sleeping, and about the Riverkit clan kit which the Windclan cats stole.”

Moonpaw shrugged, “I don’t know if stole would be the correct term since they asked rather politely, although it did get impolite replies, and they didn’t barge into camp, but the clan sent the kit on their own, for whatever crazy reason was going through their mind, because I know that our clan would never do something so weak, and with so little to admire. I just feel bad for the kits mother. I have never had kits but I know it would hurt to know that you might be fighting against you kit one day and that they may kill you or that you may kill them.”

Thunderpaw shrugged, “I bet that’s how Bluestar felt when she had to give up her kits but she didn’t have any other choice because if she hadn’t maybe Thunderclan wouldn’t exist anymore. So she made an important sacrifice for her clan.”

Moonpaw nodded as they reached the log that led to the island. Thunderkit was amazed at how long it was. He could hardly believe his eyes. He had heard of the log but he never knew it was that big before, he turned to Rufflepaw to see the same surprise on his face. This was also his first gathering. Shiftpaw was nearly the same age as Ratpaw, so Thunderpaw figured this was his first gathering and he was proven correct when he saw the surprised look on the young toms face.

Moonpaw leaned into Thunderpaw, “if you ever need a guide or just someone to follow I am here,” Thunderkit purred grateful and Moonpaw continued, “Last gathering Fiercepaw showed me around and he was so helpful.” Thunderpaw tried not to feel jealous, but instead grateful that it would be just him and Moonpaw this time. As they approached the log to climb over it Moonpaw teased, “Don’t get scared kit.”

Thunderpaw laughed, “I am worried about you getting scared. I should be just fine, but you should be careful not to fall. Well, I’ll probably catch you anyways so you should be fine.” Moonpaw playfully cuffed his ear and Thunderpaw flicked his tail on her nose. He heard a playful growl from her but knew that she wouldn’t attack while they were crossing the log.

When they finally passed the log and leaped to the other side Moonpaw jumped on Thunderpaw and started laughing in his face. Thunderpaw noticed Rufflepaw staring at him, amusement visible in his gaze and he felt himself going red. Moonpaw jumped off him and licked her tail in his nose. Thunderpaw would have jumped back on her if he wasn’t too busy looking around the island in awe.

There were so many scents; he could make out coming from all of the cats. The only ones he recognized were those coming from his clan mates. He decided to follow Moonpaw as she signaled for him to follow. She took him to an area where there were several of apprentices all talking and sharing stories about their catches and tales that they heard elders told them. Remembering what Sparklelight told him he followed Moonpaw and sat down beside three Riverclan apprentices that were listening to a Windclan apprentice explain a hectic day in his life, “So since I am the only apprentice I have to do everything for the elders and the medicine cat has no apprentice so I have to do their duties as well. Then my mentor trains me very hard and keeps complaining about how I can’t do things perfectly. All I can say is that I was so excited when Breezekit and Russetkit finally became apprentices so that I can finally get a break.”

“Wow Twirlpaw,” Moonpaw replied sympathetically, “I feel so bad for you. I am glad that I have apprentices to work with and train with, but you don’t really have anyone so that will also make it harder to train.” Thunderpaw had to admit that he felt bad for the apprentice too.

Thunderpaw heard Sharkstar calling all of the cats together and he ran to go sit beside the Thunderclan cats. He sat with Rufflepaw on one side and Moonpaw on his other side. Each of the leaders was posed on a different branch of the large tree. Thrushstar, the leader of Windclan stepped up first.

“Windclan is doing well. Along with new leaf the prey had started to return so my clan thrives. We have made two new apprentices recently. They are not here right now but Breezepaw and Russetpaw are now apprentices.” Thunderpaw thought he saw some Riverclan cats bristle at the mention of their old kit. Thrushstar didn’t pay attention to that and gave way for Mossstar to speak.

“We have one new apprentice named Riverpaw, Riverclan is doing well, and we have unfortunate news, since our new deputy Leaffall also died while killing the badger we scared away before. The new deputy is Ashwood, and may Leaffall rest comfortably in Starclan.” He backed away and Thunderpaw could tell the leader didn’t really want to talk. There were sad murmurs among the cats as Hollowstar started to talk.

“Just like the other clans, Thunderclan thrives due to its new prey. We have made Thunderpaw an apprentice, and he is here right now.” Thunderpaw felt himself glowing with pride as some of the cats chanted him name. When things weren’t tense between the clans, like at that moment, cats would cheer for their rivals from other clans. Hollowstar nodded and made way for Sharkstar to talk.

“We also have a new apprentice but she is not here today. My daughter has recently been apprenticed and taken the name of Shadowpaw. I would like to make a reminder however to Thunderclan. I have not backed down from my request to take back our territory. Sometime in between now and the next gathering our clan will set their borders over that strip of land, and we will be prepared to fight.”

Thunderclan cats started hissing at those from Shadowclan and Thunderpaw was among them. They had some nerve. Hollowstar dipped his head at Sharkstar, “Then you will lose the fight.” Cats started hissing even more and Mossstar cut in.

“This gathering is dismissed.” The cats turned away from each other and Thunderpaw felt himself panting hard with anger. Moonpaw pressed against him and Thunderpaw felt grateful.

Thunderpaw heard Hollowstar sigh. “It looks like we will have to start preparing for the battle that will arrive any moment now. The medicine cat and Thunderpaw’s mentor nodded.

“Well,” Thunderpaw asked Moonpaw, “Was that gathering ordinary enough for you, besides Shadowclan’s nerve to ask for that land.”

Moonpaw thought for a moment before nodding, “Definitely.”

Chapter 6
Shadowkit couldn’t wait; it was almost her special day. Sharkstar had promised to make her an apprentice tomorrow. And Buzzheart had revealed that only a few days later she would start the kit training program for the threat that Sharkstar had warned was approaching. Shadowkit had thought a lot about that threat and had even tried to pester her dad to tell her more about it and what it could mean but it was obvious that Sharkstar didn’t have a clue. He didn’t really know anymore than she did.

Flapcloud’s kits had become apprenticed taking the name Purplepaw, apprenticed to Growlpelt, Redpaw, apprenticed to Strangleheart, and Pinkpaw, apprenticed to Crossfang, so Shadowkit had been alone in the nursery for a while. Well, she actually wasn’t alone. Goldenpaw and Grasspaw had become Goldenwing and Grassfur shortly after the gathering and the two cats had quickly mated, and Grassfur had just delivered two kits named Cricketkit and Beetlekit. They were too small to play with so Shadowkit had been very lonely for a while now. She never really got to do anything in the nursery because Grassfur was such a grouch that kept demanding she stay quiet or else she might disturb her kits. It was so lame. A couple days ago Shadowkit had waited for a very long time when Grassfur revealed they would open there eyes and minute, only to see them open the tiny slits snuggle up to their mother than go back to sleep. Needless to say, she had been disappointed and had only gotten more excited for her apprenticeship because she really had nothing to do.

She couldn’t play with Orangegleam either, because she was slowly starting to pick up her warrior duties since Shadowkit had become more independent, leaving her alone with Grassfur and Goldenwing who visited the nursery whenever he was in camp. Shadowkit had once almost collected the nerve to ask him if he planned to move into the nursery anytime soon, he had actually slept in the nursery with Grassfur one night, when she had changed her mind. She also hated how gushy Goldenwing and Grassfur were with each other talking about how they loved each other and their kits every other second, while Shadowkit couldn’t do anything but listen in disgust. She had already decided one thing for certain; she was not getting a mate when she grew up. She was way too ambitious to mate with anybody and couldn’t afford to be distracted from her warrior duties. She also didn’t want to have to look after troublesome kits when she was old enough to become a queen. She would take the strait path to becoming the strongest, sneakiest and most feared warrior in all the clans. She might even become deputy eventually and then leader and she couldn’t do those with a mate or kits to slow her down. If she were a tom then she might have considered but for she-cats having a mate could ruin their ambition. Grassfur had been a she-cat who even senior warriors were saying could be the potential new deputy but now she was a prissy queen with no sense of fun.

When Shadowkit got really bored, like right now, she would sneak out of the camp and run to the lake where she would sit. Kits weren’t supposed to be that far out from camp, especially with the new mysterious threat, but Shadowkit couldn’t help going there when she was bored. Sometimes if she was especially bored, she would even sneak off to the island, actually passing through other clans’ territories. She was small and made sure to roll in a pile of mud first, so she would never be scented, and she was way too sneaky to be heard. She would then climb onto the giant tree there and pretend to be a leader at a gathering. Sometimes she would try to identify very stale scents or see if there had been anything on the island lately. She once caught a squirrel but she had to bury although it was against the warrior code to waste because if she ate then, Orangegleam would wonder why she wasn’t hungry and even if Shadowkit said that she had hunted in Shadowclan territory, it was also against the warrior code for kits to hunt, so she still would have got in trouble.

If she weren’t almost an apprentice Shadowkit would have snuck off now but if she was caught then her apprenticeship might be slightly delayed and she didn’t want to spend a single sunrise that was more than necessary in the nursery. She felt herself getting up from her den in the nursery. Just because she couldn’t leave the camp that didn’t mean she would stay in the nursery the whole time. As she exited the nursery she saw Eyeleg, Shadefur and Mistheart heading on the sunset border patrol lead by the deputy Wingpelt. Shadowkit blankly watched them as they went off to remark the borders. As they left she noticed her father coming out of his den and approaching her. She took in a deep breath as her father reached her.

“You look bored,” he commented a little slowly, “Why aren’t you doing anything these days. I just see you lying around the nursery looking all miserable. I wanted to make sure you were okay. For a while I worried you were sick.” Shadowkit rolled her eyes at her father. He was just trying to make a conversation with her and he was doing a horrible job.

“I am bored,” she groaned, “and I have nothing to do an nobody to play with, and no I do not want to watch Beetlekit and Cricketkit move their paws or eyes or mouth a tiny little bit more. Why can’t I just go outside? I am almost an apprentice and I think I could yell pretty loudly if I need to.”

Sharkstar thought for a moment. Curestorm, Dawnpelt, Leatherpelt and her apprentice Snappaw were heading out on a hunting patrol. Noticing their leader they all dipped their head and he dipped his head back. They were about to run off when Sharkstar seemed to get an idea. “Hey Curestorm!” he called. The pale tom turned around, “Would it be okay if Shadowkit went with you. Not to hunt but just for a nice run.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Shadowkit almost leaped on her father and she gave a small little jump. She would survive through today and then she would be an apprentice tomorrow. And then she would get a mentor and start training to become the greatest warrior ever. “From now on until you receive your warrior name you shall be known as Shadowpaw.” Shadowpaw waited with excitement as Sharkstar beckoned… “Goldenwing!” Shadowpaw felt herself going numb. She had the potential to be so great and Sharkstar was giving her to the least experienced warrior in the clan. She couldn’t believe it. She almost wanted to grab Sharkstar by the scruff, drag him into his den and ask him what on earth he was thinking.

“You mentor will be Goldenwing, I hope he passes down all he knows to you,” he turned to Goldenwing who looked very proud and Shadowpaw couldn’t believe she was in this situation, “Goldenwing you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Wingpelt and have shown yourself to be fair and brave. You will be the mentor of Shadowpaw, and I expect you to pass down all you know to Shadowpaw.”

Grumbling on the inside but trying to look happy on the outside Shadowpaw walked up to Goldenwing to touch noses with him, still unable to believe her luck. Goldenwing seemed unable to believe his luck, but in the opposite way that Shadowpaw felt. What was Sharkstar thinking? She was way too talented for a beginner. This really wasn’t fair.

After the ceremony and the chanting, which Shadowpaw had to admit she really enjoyed, she paddled off to the apprentice’s den only to be stopped by Goldenwing. “Don’t you want to train first?” he asked her. Shadowpaw shrugged, and Goldenwing gave her a funny look, “I thought apprentices were really eager the day they were apprenticed. At least I was.” Shadowpaw shrugged again and Goldenwing put on an amused face before flicking his tail, “Come on,” he called as he paddled out of camp, “I want to take you to the training area, so we can assess your fighting, stalking and defending skills so far.”

Shadowpaw followed her new mentor to the training area. She had only seen it once when she had snuck out with Redpaw and they had watched Goldenwing training with Wingpelt. They had eventually gotten bored and snuck back into the nursery though, where Flapcloud had started fussing over Redpaw. Now Shadowpaw was actually going to train there, whatever kind of training she would get from Goldenwing. When they finally reached the training area, Goldenwing ran to the other side of the sandy area and pulled into a defensive crouch.

“Attack me,” he said, “I won’t make any comments until we have finished the fight. Remember, claws sheathed.” Shadowpaw sheathed her claws, realizing that she had forgotten. She thought for a moment before deciding that she would try to attack from the side. She took a few steps back before running around instead of strait at Goldenwing. When she reached him she slid under his belly, coming out from the other side and she batted at his head. To her surprise she found that Goldenwing wasn’t fighting back. She let go of her mentor for a moment and he jumped on her. Shadowpaw tried to push him off with her feet, realizing that it wouldn’t work, but to her surprise it did. Shadowpaw couldn’t believe that she pushed Goldenwing off so easily. Goldenwing then ran up to her and started to swat, attempting to hit her. Shadowpaw easily dodged all of them. His attacks were so slow. She quickly realized that something was wrong. And then she understood. Goldenwing was going easy on her, way too easy, he was trying to lose. To make sure she jumped on his back and felt him trying to shake her off but it was weak, and didn’t have the strength of a warrior, as inexperienced as he might be.

Shadowpaw felt herself getting angry. This wasn’t a real fight; Goldenwing was treating her like a kit. Getting angry she growled, “Fight back kittypet!” and when Goldenwing’s attempts only got even feebler she lost it. She unsheathed her claws and raked them across his pelt. She heard him yowl with pain and fling her off. She hit the sandy floor with a large thump and actually felt pain in her bones. She grinned this was more like it.But Goldenwing wasn’t grinning there was an angry and stern look on his face and he pointed towards the way where camp was, “Go to camp now. I told you to keep your claws sheathed but you couldn’t control yourself. You will spend the rest of the day helping the elders and the queens.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Shadowpaw couldn’t believe it. Was it her fault he was such a horrible mentor who couldn’t even respect his apprentice? She marched to camp completely ignoring her master. How was she supposed to become a legendary warrior with a mentor like this? If only she could have another mentor, so that might also train her so that she could really become great. Shadowpaw didn’t realize however that far up in the skies, there were some cats who were more than delighted to learn of this opportunity and seize it. Shadowpaw didn’t realize it yet, but she would get a much greater mentor than she had bargained for. “Have fun Shadowpaw,” Itchpaw called after showing her how to take ticks off the elders. Though it was friendly Shadowpaw felt herself growling. She should be training with her mentor right now, not picking ticks off of the elders. As she worked she heard Blackfur purr.

“You don’t seem in a good mood for a cat on their first day as apprentice,” he commented and Shadowpaw grunted. She wasn’t in a good mood and she was very angry with her father for appointing her to such a mouse-brained mentor.

“Well,” Emeraldfur commented, “If you wanted we could tell you a story but you don’t seem in the mood. How about Tawnypelt’s story of discovering the new lake territories? I know that one is your favorite and just because you are an apprentice that doesn’t mean you can’t listen to stories anymore.”

“No thanks,” Shadowpaw mumbled as she finished picking Emeraldfur’s tick and moved on to Dawnpelt who was the last one, she had to do. The elders seemed curious about her bad mood but Shadowpaw didn’t say anything. While she was picking off the ticks Shadowpaw decided that she would go to Sharkstar and ask him why the cat that could save the clan was stuck with an apprentice. Sharkstar couldn’t protest to that, since even he thought that she was special. Maybe she could convince him to mentor her, which would be great.

When she was finally done picking ticks off the elders, she started to walk towards Sharkstar’s den. Some warriors gave her funny looks, curious what a mere apprentice would have to say to the leader but Shadowpaw ignored them. She was greater than any of them and she had every right to talk with the leader. She would show them all what she was destined for.

When Sharkstar saw her enter his den, his eyes widened. “Shadowpaw what a surprise! So what brings you here into my den today? Not enjoying your first day as apprentice?” Sharkstar asked a little cautiously.

“Father,” Shadowpaw began quickly, “remember how a moon ago you claimed that there were signs about me being destined for greatness, to save not only this clan, but to help save the others.” Sharkstar nodded slowly, obviously curious what Shadowpaw was getting at, “Well, I thought that if that really was the case, and I might become so great, that perhaps you should give me a mentor a little more experienced, and more suited to mentor apprentices, someone who has mentored others before, someone greater to help me become great.” Shadowpaw saw nothing in Sharkstar’s eyes when he finally turned round and faced her.

“Shadowpaw,” he began a little slowly, “You must learn to be a bit more modest and see a little less in yourself. The greatest warrior of them all does not view himself as great. Not to give too much importance to yourself is more important than strength, speed, smarts or stealth. And all great warriors are aware of this. This is surely nothing but proof that you are not quite as great as you claim and so I will not make any accommodations to your mentor. Good-bye my daughter and try to enjoy your first day as an apprentice.” Shadowpaw quietly left the den, realizing she was dismissed.

As she paddled out of the den Shadowpaw didn’t find she was angry, but instead depressed and disappointed. She still wasn’t pleased with her mentor, but she didn’t feel like anything anymore. She was just an ordinary apprentice, who would have an ordinary duty in the clan. She would have an ordinary mentor, although Goldenwing was worse than ordinary, and she would have an ordinary warrior ceremony. She would have an ordinary warrior life and an ordinary death. How plain and simple that sounded, how ordinary.

Shadowpaw picked out a vole from the fresh-kill pile and walked to the apprentice’s den. All of the apprentices were in there eating their prey and sharing what they did with their friends. Shadowpaw sat down beside Itchpaw, who purred when she saw her. She was sharing tongues with a ginger tom, who was talking about a huge rabbit that he had caught, and taken to the elders.

Itchpaw pushed herself up to her feet and introduced the tabby, “This is Scrollpaw,” she said, and indicating at a brown tabby she-cat that had just approached she added, “And this is Hookpaw. Curestorm and Stinkpelt are their mentors.” Shadowpaw dipped her head at the apprentice who dipped their head back.

Shadowpaw rested in the apprentice’s den for while, and found herself getting more gloomy by the moment she spent lying down, about Sharkstar claiming that he must not have thought she would be great, and that she obviously wasn’t one of the destined cats. It was like all of a sudden the greatest build up to being an apprentice had been crashed. Shadowpaw rolled around in the bedding for a little while before she realized that she couldn’t fall asleep. She got up and left the den, heading for the center of camp. When she got there Goldenwing was the first cat to see her. His eyes brightened and she could feel herself getting disappointed that he had to find her so quickly.

“Hey Shadowpaw,” Goldenwing approached, “Sorry I was so harsh on you earlier today. After our session I felt like I had done something wrong so I watched Snappaw, the gray apprentice, training with Leatherpelt. I failed to understand that it was just an accident and you were so excited you couldn’t really control yourself. I promise I’ll try to be better. It’s a little too late today, but tomorrow I will wake you up for the dawn patrol. I will show you some of the borders, and then afterwards I will show you the rest of the territory. While showing you around the territory, we can also practice a bit of hunting.”

Shadowpaw resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her lame mentor, who was still taking her for a kit. Maybe it was seeing her in the nursery so much, or maybe he was the one who was too excited, but she had decided that she would put Goldenwing on the bottom of the list for her preferences as to who her mentor should be. It sounded mean but she couldn’t help that Goldenwing sucked at his job. But she couldn’t show this to him or she would be taken off another day for training. So she nodded, trying to look excited for tomorrow. When Goldenwing finally left, she let out a long sigh.

“Is your first day tiring?” Shadowpaw turned around to see her mother standing above her.

Shadowpaw shrugged, “I didn’t really get to do much.” Orangegleam smiled at her sympathetically and Shadowpaw headed for the apprentice’s den, which like all others was covered with bramble thickets. Most of the apprentices were inside, but Shadowpaw couldn’t see Itchpaw or Scrollpaw. Snappaw, the apprentice Goldenwing had talked about was sleeping, and Shadowpaw couldn’t help envying how tired the apprentice looked.

Sighing Shadowpaw decided to lie down. She fell asleep surprisingly quickly and when she opened her eyes she was somewhere dark. So dark the only thing she could make out was large, sleek and spiky furred gray cat. She took a few steps backwards when she hit something behind her. Another cat, but this one had fur that was ragged, fluffy and felt like a she-cat. Shadowpaw felt herself strangely uncomfortable with the dark. Normally she viewed the dark as a layer of protection, but in this dark forest it made her vulnerable.

And then she realized where she was. The darkest land tales had ever talked about. The place for only the cruelest cats to stay. And yet this comforted Shadowpaw. She sensed that they had been waiting for her just to fall asleep, and the Dark Forest didn’t show up in every cat’s dreams, so they must have selected her. She wasn’t so ordinary after all.

“Shadowpaw, you have no reason to fear us, as we have not shown you any harm or fear. I figure that you know where we are and I must tell you that we do not seek revenge. We are lost souls as you must understand, we have nothing left to do, no prophecies left to attempt foiling. So we turned to you, a cat who we are able to realize is destined for something grand,” the tom who Shadowpaw now recognized as Thistleclaw spoke, “We just wish for something to do, to make of the faint traces left of us. So we turned to you. We could feel your disappointment in your mentor today; you know he lacked the ability to train you. If we offered to train you while you sleep then you might be able to get that training you need, and no cat will ever need to know.”

Shadowpaw thought for a moment, and the thought of training with some of the fiercest warriors the forest had ever seen excited her. There was a small problem that Shadowpaw could sense growing though, “Sharkstar said there was a threat arriving, one that would challenge the way of the clans. It is you, since it has always been you, and I can’t side with the enemy.”

The she-cat stepped forward and Shadowpaw realized that she was Mapleshade, “We are not involved with this prophecy you are warned about,” she thought for a moment, “Well we actually are but the rumors behind the great battle to come between the defenders, the bringers of change, the blinders, the avenger and the fading. Several of them suggest that we might work together with Starclan. However the truth most likely is that we will not be involved this time. The main battle is to involve the four chose as well as the Lion, the Tiger and the Leopard.”

Shadowpaw started, completely confused and Mapleshade shook her head with amusement, indicating that she didn’t really understand either. Both cats were staring at Shadowpaw expectantly, and she wanted to say no, since it seemed like the right thing to do, but she couldn’t see any harm if their only motive was to train her to become the great warrior they said she was destined to be. Because it turned out that she really was destined after all.

She turned to them, “I’m in, and I’m ready to begin whenever you are.” The two cats grinned at each other and Thistleclaw beckoned her to follow him to an area where she would be training. She trained hard and long, and didn’t stop until she was woken up by Goldenwing, to get on the patrol.

As she got up and joined the border patrol she realized that she was aching all over. She had worked hard and learned a lot. She felt sore all over and wouldn’t mind sleeping for a moon. And yet she didn’t regret any of it. The pain felt better than anything had ever felt before.

Chapter 7
Riverkit watched uninterested but excited as Handypaw became a warrior. Mossstar began, “I, Mossstar, leader of Riverclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn.” He turned to Handypaw.

“Handypaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect you Clan, even at the cost of your life?”

Handypaw didn’t hesitate, “I do.”

“Than by the powers of Starclan I give you your warrior name. Handypaw, from this moment on you will be known as Handyclaw. Starclan honors your initiative and strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Riverclan.”

As the clan cheered on the new warrior Riverkit realized that this was the fifth warrior ceremony in the past moon. Querypelt, Rainbowpath, Salamifall, Rufflebreeze and Handyclaw had all become warriors recently. Gingerpaw had also recently become Gingerlight, but would remain an apprentice until the current one died. Things were looking great for the clan, especially considering that they had two new queens, Youngclaw and Fuzzclaw had recently given birth to five kits in total. And now Riverkit would become an apprentice. Droopytail’s kits would also become apprentices soon, but today was Riverkit’s day and he couldn’t wait.

It didn’t seem like Mossstar planned to have him wait because as soon as Handyclaw had finished his ceremony Riverkit was called up. He bounded up on top of the Highstone and Moss-star began the ceremony, “Riverkit you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Riverpaw. You mentor will be Ashwood. I hope Ashwood will pass down all he knows to you.”

Riverpaw was happy with her mentor. It wasn’t the clan leader or deputy, but if Ashwood had never taken Crowflight he would be deputy. As he remembered Ashwood he painfully began to miss his old friend Breezekit. He wondered how she was doing, and hoped that she had adjusted to Windclan. Ever their kit disappeared Crowflight and Ashwood had spent a lot of time together. Riverkit had even wondered if they wanted another kit, in hopes that it might ease some of the pain of losing their only kit.

“Crowflight, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent quality training from Streamfall, and have shown yourself to be wise and brave. You will be the mentor of Riverpaw, and I expect you to pass down all that you know to him.”

The two cats touched noses as the clan continued to cheer and congratulate the new apprentice. Even with the pain of knowing his friend Breezepaw wasn’t beside him at the time, Riverpaw felt proud and happy. He listened with joy as his father cheered him on. His mother didn’t care, so he wasn’t surprised when she didn’t cheer and just marched off to the warrior’s den, probably glad to have finally returned. Riverpaw tried to ignore it. His mother might not want him but at least the clan did. And that was what mattered after all.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> When his ceremony was over Riverpaw paddled down from the rock alongside his new mentor, “So are we going to explore the territory first?” he asked excited, and was surprised when Ashwood shook his head, “Then what will we do?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> “Well,” Ashwood began, “The most important part of becoming a warrior and being accepted as a full member in a clan is loyalty to the clan, and sacrificing for it. So that’s what I want to start with.” When Riverpaw gave him a doubtful look he laughed, “Don’t worry you are not my first apprentice. I found that this method for training works better.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> “All right then, I am ready to begin!” Riverpaw exclaimed.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> Ashwood thought for a moment, “Are you hungry?” Riverpaw nodded solemnly. She hadn’t eaten anything all day, and she was kind of hoping Ashwood might suggest food. Ashwood nodded, “good, now the first part of loyalty is sacrifice. You will not eat any prey until tomorrow. If you feel too hungry you can tell me, it’s okay to fail on your first try.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> Riverpaw nodded, “Can we train in the meanwhile.”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> Ashwood shook his head, “I need to hunt for the clan. You will have to wait and help the elders until then. Why don’t you meet the apprentices?”

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> “But shouldn’t you train me, you are my mentor!” Riverpaw protested, surprised by his mentors irresponsibly. Ashwood was aid o be one of the best mentors in the clan, but he couldn’t even make time to train his apprentice.

<span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-fareast-font-family: "TimesNewRoman";mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica"> “Sacrifice,” Ashwood reminded him, “The clan comes first. I will show you the territory tomorrow. But today I must feed the clan. If you need to eat while I am gone, I will know, so don’t try to sneak it, you can be open.” Riverpaw started at him wide-eyed, finally understanding what he was doing but also a little frustrated with it. Ashwood bounded off before Riverpaw could say anymore, and giving in he decided to head for the apprentice’s den, to meet the other apprentices.

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As Riverpaw walked into the apprentice’s den, he realized just how many apprentices were in Riverclan. He counted eleven apprentices, and realized that none of them must be out with their mentors. He stood in the middle of them a little awkwardly, waiting for at least one to welcome him, and introduce him to the other apprentices. None got up however and Riverpaw sat in a corner of the den and waited there. Still no one came, and Riverpaw felt his spirits deflating.

He walked up and sat by a group of four apprentices who were eating a two rabbits and squirrel together. There were two she-cats and a tom. One of the she-cats, a tortoiseshell, glared at her, “What do you want?” she asked a little coldly.

Riverpaw felt taken back, “I…” he stammered a bit, “I am new here, so I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Riverpaw.”

The she-cat’s response was sharp, “I’m Fizzypaw, now get lost blue freak, or I’ll show you why you shouldn’t mess with an apprentice with more experience than you.” Riverpaw slowly backed away, wondering what had gotten into her fur.

He walked up to another group of cats; this one had two toms and two she-cats. The cats didn’t even acknowledge him as he sat down, and they continued to eat talking among themselves.

A tom who was glancing at the group of cats whom Riverpaw had just spoken with spoke, “I really want to get Fizzypaw’s attention. What do you think I should do?”

A she-cat bristled, “Why on earth would you want him Cockypaw?” a white and gray she-cat snarled, “She is just a self-centered brat who can’t even catch a mouse!”

Cockypaw grinned, “I would say that you are jealous, Freshpaw.”

She rolled her eyes, “I would say that you’re crazy. Especially to look twice at a messed up furball like her. But I guess I shouldn’t care if you end up with her. Two idiots paired perfectly for one another.”

Riverpaw decided it would be best to leave the group of cats, who couldn’t even bother to notice him. Why couldn’t any of the apprentices show him an ounce of welcoming. He really couldn’t wait until Droopytail’s kit became apprentices. At least he could chat with them. He would welcome them, and he would have people to sit beside.

Riverpaw would have grabbed something to eat, but he fought against him rumbling stomach and tried to fall asleep, which of course didn’t work. He rolled around in the moss. While he was rolling down he was approached by a she-cat who he recognized as the medicine cat apprentice Gingerlight. He pulled himself up from the ground. She tossed him a piece of prey, “I thought that you might be hungry.”

“Oh,” Riverpaw stammered, “I can’t, Ashwood is testing me to see my loyalty, so I can’t eat until tomorrow.”

“Oh,” Gingerlight dipped her head in embarrassment and Riverpaw passed the fish back, “Why don’t you eat it. I haven’t seen you eating at all today either.”

Gingerlight accepted the salmon eating it with quick bites. When she was finally done, she turned to him, “I’m Gingerlight by the way. I think your name is Riverpaw.” Riverpaw nodded, realizing that Gingerlight was acting a little strangely. Gingerlight talked with him a bit but he felt himself feeling a little awkward around Gingerlight. The way she acted around him made him feel slightly uncomfortable. She kept blushing and dipping her head and stammering. He figured that was just the way she acted around everybody, but it didn’t make talking to her any less awkward.

Fizzypaw was passing by with the she-cat apprentice who was beside her before, whom Riverpaw now recognized as Kindlepaw. Fizzypaw purposefully hit Gingerlight, “Oh sorry Gingerlight. Did I bruise your head? I guess it doesn’t matter since you are a medicine cat and you can’t mate. It wouldn’t make a difference if you weren’t; there still would be no tom in the forest that would look at your ugly ginger coat once.”

There was sorrow and pain in the cat’s eyes but she didn’t say anything. Riverpaw looked at Fizzypaw and Kindlepaw. Fizzypaw looked proud that she had managed to upset the medicine cat’s apprentice, but Kindlepaw looked like she disagreed although she didn’t seem to have the nerve to tell her best friend. If nobody would stick up for Gingerlight, Riverpaw realized that he would have to.

“Hey!” he yelled stepping in front if Gingerlight, “If you want a fight, mess with a warrior apprentice, and leave the medicine cats alone. There is no honor to that, but I suppose you wouldn’t care.”

Fizzypaw snarled, “I told you to back off kit. Now you will pay the price!” She jumped on him, her claws unsheathed, and Riverpaw jumped out of the way, before unsheathing his paws and jumping on her. But she kept pushing him back. Kindlepaw and Gingerlight were following as Fizzypaw managed to shove Riverpaw out of the camp and to the shore of the lake. Snarling she dunked him into the lake, and he grabbed her foot, pulling both of them in. The fierce fight turned into a water battle, which gave Riverpaw an upper hand. He easily swatted her with water, and ducked under the water scratching her legs. Eventually, Fizzypaw could no longer swim, and she started choking on water.

“Come on, Riverpaw!” Gingerlight called, “Let’s go.”

But Kindlepaw was staring at the drowning Fizzypaw, with worry rooted deep into her eyes. Riverpaw knew he the she-cat wouldn’t die, but she was being hurt with every breath she took, and the look in her friend’s eye made him feel like a monster.

Sighing, Riverpaw took a deep breath and dumped his head under the water. On the way back up, his teeth found Fizzypaw’s scruff and he pulled her up. Heaving he dragged the older apprentice to the shore, where Kindlepaw was waiting desperately.

A few moments later Fizzypaw began to cough and water started splurging out of her mouth. Gasping, she got up to her feet and shook her pelt, water sprinkling everywhere. When Kindlepaw realized her friend was okay she rushed up to her, and began to lick her with affectionate strokes. Fizzypaw shook her off, claiming that she was okay, before turning to Riverpaw, “I can’t believe you!” she spat, “I could have died right there because of you. You should show some more respect.” Riverpaw felt his insides boiling, he had saved her life, after she had disrespected a medicine cat, and she was blaming him! Fizzypaw turned to Kindlepaw, “Don’t go near that tom, you saw what he almost did to me.”

Kindlepaw seemed ready to protest, but Fizzypaw cut her off, “This is for your own good. I don’t want the same happening to my best friend.” Kindlepaw obviously disagreed but kept quiet as her friend stalked back to camp.

When Fizzypaw was finally out of eyesight she ran up to Riverpaw and licked him with gratitude. Riverpaw could sense admiration in her eyes as she purred, “Thank you so much, that was one of the best things I have ever seen someone do,” she dipped her head, “Sorry about Fizzypaw, she is a really great friend, she just isn’t really good around strangers.” Riverpaw nodded although he doubted he would ever want to be friends with Fizzypaw. Looking behind her Kindlepaw dipped her head again and ran off back into camp. Riverpaw felt himself staring at the she-cat unable to take his eyes off her.

When he turned around Gingerlight was staring at him, and he almost thought he saw jealousy in her eyes. “Why did you do it?” she asked Riverpaw who gave her a confused face. “Why did you help Fizzypaw? Just because you saved her she won’t act nice to you. I’ve been bullied by her for moons now; you should have given her the pain she deserved.” Gingerlight’s eyes were serious and though Riverpaw already hated Fizzypaw, he knew that he could not have let her drown.

“Why shouldn’t I do it? When someone needs help, that you can give, it is your duty to help them. That is loyalty to the clan.” He said it softly and he saw the same look in Gingerlight’s eyes that he had seen in Kindlepaw’s.

“She wouldn’t have done it,” Gingerlight replied, “She would have let you drown in the lake, even if she knew you would die from it. She wouldn’t care, so why do you?”

Riverpaw shrugged, “I guess that’s what makes me different than her.” Gingerlight finally gave in, and the two cats paddled back to camp. Riverpaw once again became aware of his growling stomach as they reached the camp. But he was determined not to eat. He would be able to make do until the next day, if it would mean proving his loyalty to his mentor and his clan. Gingerlight seemed to sense his hunger to because she pointed at the prey pile with her tail, but Riverpaw shook his head and she seemed to understand.

Ashwood was in camp, but he was deep in conversation with Leaffall so Riverpaw decided not to disturb him. Instead he walked into the apprentice’s den. Fizzypaw was deep into sleep, but Kindlepaw seemed to have been waiting for him. Her eyes brightened at the sight of him, and she signaled for him to come to the den beside her. <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Riverpaw happily paddled over next to the pretty gray tabby. As he fell into a slow sleep though, Kindlepaw purring in the den next to his, he could feel Gingerlight’s gaze burning into his pelt as well as Kindlepaw’s. Trying to ignore it he fell into an uneasy sleep. Kindlepaw was prodding Riverpaw, trying to wake him up. Riverpaw groaned as he tried to blink his sleep away. Kindlepaw laughed, “I woke up a long time ago, sleepyhead, Ashwood is waiting for you.”

Riverpaw grumbled his thanks, still tired and feeling incredibly hungry, and she twitched her whiskers in amusement. Ashwood was waiting for him outside, a bland expression on his face. Riverpaw approached him and he tossed Riverpaw a giant fish. Riverpaw pushed it back, “I didn’t do anything for the clan yesterday, I don’t deserve a piece of prey quiet so big.”

He waited, hoping it would have the effect that he wanted. Ashwood was surprised and he walked back to the fresh-kill pile bringing back a slightly smaller piece of prey, “I am very impressed, Riverpaw. This is the first time an apprentice has made the day without food, and you denied the large piece of prey I gave you! You have definitely passed your first assessment.”

Riverpaw purred, and Ashwood’s next question surprised him, “Kindlepaw told me that you saved an apprentice’s life, after they attacked you, claws unsheathed, and tried to drown you. Is this true?”

Riverpaw didn’t know what to say, so he just shrugged, “She wasn’t going to die, and I kind of attacked her, in the water, so I was just free solving the problem that I had created.”

Ashwood dipped his head, “You will make a great warrior, and probably even leader, one day Riverpaw. You have all of the qualities and you have even managed to impress the other clans, at a gathering which you snuck into. You have all the qualities Riverclan could ever ask of a warrior; strength, honor, loyalty, your incredible talent with water, and sympathy towards others in need.”

Riverpaw was curious at what Ashwood was getting at. Most apprentices didn’t randomly come up to their apprentice and talk about how they were potential leaders, and had done fantastic, although they hadn’t even trained at all. Ashwood took in a deep breath, “I am disappointed that I cannot mentor you anymore.”

Riverpaw started at him, very surprised. “Why not?” he asked, feeling himself deflating.

Ashwood shrugged, “Ever since Breezekit left, I can’t really concentrate on important things. I wouldn’t want to mess up your training. I might not be old enough to retire, but I don’t think I have the energy left in me to teach an apprentice anymore.” Ashwood wasn’t that old, but after Breezekit left he had started to tire, his depression making his face older.

“When will I get my new mentor and who will it be?” Riverpaw asked his mentor.

“Droopytail’s kits are becoming apprentices today. You will get your new mentor then. I have already alerted Moos-star and he understands my decisions. I have no idea who your new mentor will be, but I asked Mossstar to make sure he got someone good for you.”

Riverpaw dipped his head, and he walked back into the apprentice’s den, feeling slightly frustrated with Ashwood. It looked like he wanted to say something as he glanced at the apprentice, but he didn’t just sat there, glancing gloomily at Riverpaw.

Kindlepaw was waiting for Riverpaw in the den and she greeted him, “Hey, Riverpaw, I heard about what happened with Ashwood. I’m really sorry about it.”

Riverpaw gave her a funny look, “It just happened, no one could have told you about it before I arrived here?” Riverpaw thought for a moment, “You weren’t eavesdropping, were you?” Kindlepaw’s face turned red, “Why would you do that? It’s my personnel business!”

“Well you’re my friend, so I figured you would tell me anyways, and I was a little bored. I didn’t know something like that would have happened, or I wouldn’t have done it.” Riverpaw was slowly nodding, when Kindlepaw pushed him, and it wasn’t in a friendly manner, “Don’t speak to me you almost killed my friend!” she yowled. Riverpaw was confused for a moment when he saw Fizzypaw enter the den. Kindlepaw couldn’t be friendly to him around her. Sighing he paddled out of the den, feeling angry.

It was very obvious that Kindlepaw had feelings for him, and he wasn’t sure, but he thought that he might feel the same way. He would never know if he did, however, if Fizzypaw wouldn’t even let them talk.

Riverpaw walked into the nursery where Thrushkit, Powerkit, Budkit, and Bloomkit were waiting with excitement. They didn’t acknowledge his appearance though, only they only tuned to look at him when Riverpaw greeted them, “I can’t wait for you to become an apprentice. We will be able to train together.”

Budkit answered, “Sorry Riverpaw, but Droopytail has warned us about the effect of such a crowded group of apprentices. We can’t let others mess up our training. Droopytail said that even cats who we thought were our best friends might turn against us when there are so many other cats expecting them to do whatever is cool.”

Riverpaw almost snorted, “That’s funny.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> But none of the other kits would talk to him. Riverpaw was going to ask who they would share tongues with when he realized they had each other. But who did that leave him with? Riverpaw waited with excitement as Mossstar finally turned to him. “Riverpaw, Ashwood is no longer able to mentor you, so in his place, I have decided to do so.”

Riverpaw felt all of his dismay of no longer being Ashwood’s apprentice, being replaced. He was apprentice to the clan leader! He calmly touched noses with Mossstar although he was about to burst inside. The chanting was not for him, but he could not help being excited about it all. He turned to his friends grinning, only to realize that they were still shunning him. Sighing he paddled down from the rock. He was apprentice to the clan leader, and a couple of moody friends wouldn’t be able to put him down.

Riverpaw trained a lot with Mossstar that day. They looked around the territory a little first. Then Mossstar began to assess his swimming, and he had been very impressed. They were also going to look at Riverpaw’s fishing to see how good he was so far, but it was almost midnight and the cats decided there was no time. Riverpaw had liked Mossstar, and Mossstar had appeared pleased with him. Riverpaw was still upset that Ashwood had neglected her but Mossstar was a great mentor too.

When he walked into the apprentice’s den, he saw Gingerlight was there waiting for him. “Hello,” he greeted her, “What are you doing up so late.”

“I was waiting for you,” Gingerlight replied before looking through the brambles that coated the den, “It’s so nice outside, do you want to go and chat there.” Riverpaw didn’t view Gingerlight as anything more than a friend, she was the medicine cat anyways, but he didn’t mind gazing at the clouds with a friend so he nodded, and the two cats paddled out of camp to stare at the starry night sky.

They sat there for a while until Gingerlight finally spoke, “I want to admit something, Riverpaw.”

Riverpaw nodded, “Go ahead, I promise I won’t tell anyone, unless you murdered Sparklelight or something.”

She laughed, “I could never do anything like that.” She took in a deep breath, “Riverpaw, we’ve only been friends for a day but I love you. When I first saw you all I felt was sympathy, but then you stood up for me when no one would, you beat Fizzypaw, and then you saved her. That moment you pulled her out, I knew that my eyes were locked on you, even though I was a medicine cat. I got jealous of Kindlepaw when you were just friends…”

Riverpaw felt himself going numb. He was friends with Gingerlight but they couldn’t be anything but friends. It was against all codes, and even if she were a warrior, Riverpaw wouldn’t want to be mates with Gingerlight. He just didn’t feel that way about her. He couldn’t tell that to her, it would break her heart, especially after she had gathered the courage to admit it, but he couldn’t make up a lie that would not benefit anyone.

Gingerlight seemed to sense his hesitation because she spoke again, “I realize this may have been quick, so I want to give you some time to think. I’ll ask you again tomorrow and I will be waiting for an answer then.”

And she paddled back into camp, leaving a stunned and confused Riverpaw to stare at the stars, wondering what had made him deserve this.

The next day, Riverpaw decided to get advice from someone who might understand she-cats better, but wouldn’t tell anyone about the secret. Marshmallowfall might not have been the most attentive mother but Riverpaw knew she wouldn’t tell anyone.

His mother wasn’t exactly happy when she saw him, but she wasn’t on a patrol so she had no excuse to escape him. Riverpaw led her to the corner of the clearing away from the other cats and he whispered, “I really badly need your advice.”

Marshmallowfall sighed, “Go ahead.”

Riverpaw explained the situation. He talked about what had happened the previous day, and he even mentioned how he wasn’t sure about Kindlepaw, and even if they became mates, about how much it would hurt Gingerlight.

When he turned to look at Marshmallowfall there was harshness in her eyes, “You are asking me this? Isn’t it obvious, you tell Gingerlight you don’t care for her, and you take Kindlepaw? Not that I think she should look twice at an idiot like you,” she snapped before sighing, “Sometimes I wonder how your father and I could give birth to such a helpless cat.”

And she marched off leaving Riverpaw shattered. His mother had just called her useless and stupid. She had never done that before, and now Riverpaw fully realized that his mother didn’t love him the slightest bit. She never had.

Riverpaw walked around looking for Leaffall. When Waterfang noticed him looking she stopped him, “Leaffall isn’t here, kit. The badgers are right outside of camp so he took a patrol to drive it out.”

Riverpaw nodded, and finally gave in deciding to go find Mossstar now, and train, and then ask Leaffall later. Mossstar was available and he quickly paddled out of his den, when he saw Riverpaw waiting. They trained, but their session was much shorter that day. They just went for a quick swim to catch some fish.

But horrible news was awaiting Riverpaw when he returned, to a devastated camp. Cats all had looks of horror in their eyes and three cats were bruised and beaten up. Mossstar pushed his way through the crowd, and Riverpaw walked behind him to see what was happening. His mouth dropped open and he felt that final fuel necessary to burn his heart had reached him as his heart melted.

Before him lied a dead Leaffall.

Riverpaw was numb to everything else as the cats around him whispered and yelled. Finally Mossstar jumped onto the Highstone and claimed that he needed to pick a new deputy now, because there was a gathering tonight. Riverpaw was hardly surprised and barely paying attention, when he called Ashwood. He wasn’t one of the cats that paddled up to Ashwood. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

A cat called out, “What will happen to Dreamypaw?” Dreamypaw was the apprentice of his father.

Ashwood stepped out, “I will do it.”

Mossstar nodded, and Riverpaw turned to look at Ashwood. He had just said he wasn’t fit to mentor anymore, and now he took an apprentice. Riverpaw finally understood that it wasn’t mentoring that bothered Ashwood; it was mentoring himthat did.

When all of the cats were done congratulating Ashwood Riverpaw stomped up to him, “What was that all about?” he asked, “Mentoring him but then not being able to mentor me?”

Ashwood sighed, “You do not realize it now, but you soon will Riverpaw. Cats like you, great cats who are destined for so much, who are so capable and so true, can bring nothing but pain to the cats close to them. I can’t take the risk of getting too close to a cat as dangerous as you,” he sighed, “I have learned from my mistakes. I knew a cat just like you…”

He trailed of and Riverpaw asked, “Are you talking about Breezekit?”

The tom nodded, “You don’t really believe that do you?” Riverpaw asked.

Ashwood sighed, “I do.” And he paddled of to go talk to Mossstar about warrior duties.

Riverpaw stared at his father’s body. I will returnhe promised, and he quickly bounded off to the apprentice den, where Kindlepaw was grooming herself. He ran up to her, “Kindlepaw, I feel so lost.”

She snarled, “Why should this concern me?” Riverpaw noticed Fizzypaw sitting close to her.

“Please, Kindlepaw,” he whispered keeping his voice very low, “Now is not the time for acting, I need support.”

She shook her head, “Sorry, but I already promised Fizzypaw that we would go hunting today. If you could wait a little while I will speak to you later.” She then snarled and Fizzypaw walked up to Riverpaw.

“Sorry about your father,” she sneered, “I feel so bad for you, especially after your mother wouldn’t pay any attention to you.”

Riverpaw stormed off feeling dismayed that Kindlepaw had refused to come and chat with him now. Because she wouldn’t be able to later. Riverpaw just realized that he had officially decided; he wouldn’t be here later.

He walked out of camp where his father’s body was being buried. Most cats were too busy preparing for the gathering, so they disappeared as soon as they had buried him, but Riverpaw remained at his father’s side. He sat there and wailed for a long time. It was almost as if there were no ends to his tears, no end to the pain of his life as he tried to sob out all of his troubles and loss. He longed to have his father, a loving mother, a mentor that wanted him, a medicine cat to just be friends with, a mate he could be open about, and his old friends to be beside him. But they weren’t. And they never would be.

Eventually Riverpaw got up. He noticed Gingerlight staring at him, but he pretended not to as he paddled farther out of camp. He didn’t know where he was going, he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he got away from Riverclan, for good.

Chapter 8
Breezepaw paddled alongside Russetpaw as Snowstorm and Canaryflight stopped at the Windclan borders. They indicated for the two apprentices to sniff, and they did so curiously, Russetpaw’s excitement beating Breezepaw’s by a landslide.

“This is the Thunderclan border,” Canaryflight announced. She had been chosen to mentor Russetpaw, who looked about ready to burst with excitement now. The two cats had become apprentices together and their mentors decided that it would be best if they trained together.

Breezepaw wasn’t really that excited about becoming a Windclan apprentice. She didn’t truly feel like a Windclan cat yet. She didn’t feel Riverclan either, Riverclan was lost to her now, but she found herself unable to adjust to life in Windclan. It was ideal for her, exactly how she had imagined life, but she was a stranger here, and the looks she got were no different than the hostile ones from Riverclan.

Back in Riverclan there were many cats she could turn to, and ask for help from but here she only knew three cats; Gracecloud, who was often too busy with medicine cat duties, Thrushstar, who she still hated for bringing her to Windclan by force, and Russetpaw, who really did fail to understand her problems since he could make no connection with her.

That had been part of the reason she had received Snowstorm as a mentor. The tom had been born to Riverclan but as he grew up, he felt that just by watching Windclan cats, he belonged in Windclan. He joined right after he became a warrior. She had been told that he used to have a problem when they were facing Riverclan in battle, and he would just stare unable to attack, but now he viewed them as any other rival clan. Thrushstar had hoped that having him as a mentor might help Breezepaw adjust, but she didn’t really think so.

As she sniffed the border to Thunderclan, a clan that didn’t border Riverclan, she noticed two young toms, which looked like apprentices, and one young she-cat apprentice. They were playing around, and the oldest of the cats noticed them as he pulled his head up, but he didn’t acknowledge them, as the Windclan cats left and walked over to the side of the lake.

“Thunderclan cats are known for their strength,” Canaryflight began, “They are excellent tree climbers, so during a raid in Thunderclan, we must look up, to make sure they don’t jump on us. They are known to be loyal cats, and Starclan seems to like picking them for important prophecies. They eat just about all food except for fish, but they like squirrels the best,” she explained.

“Why does Starclan like Thunderclan best?” Russetpaw asked, with a slight amount of anger, as the cats stopped to drink some water from the lake, “Windclan is better than them. We would be much better at saving the forest.”

Snowstorm shrugged, “That’s just the way it is.”

The cats continued to explore the territory and eventually, they reached Riverclan. Breezepaw quickly paddled up to inhale the fishy scent of her old home. She remembered with a stab of pain, playing with Droopytail’s kits and Riverkit, her mother and father who were both great parents that paid a lot of attention to her, watching the ceremonies while the warriors would send them frustrated glances because they made too much noise. She missed it all desperately, that had been her life, and she wanted it to continue being her life.

Snowstorm paddled up to his apprentice, “Looks like you’ve already started identifying the scent of Riverclan,” he paused, “You probably knew it already but smelling is the way you detect a warrior.”

Breezepaw was hardly listening as a familiar scent reached her nose. It wasn’t stale; in fact it seemed to be fresh, like the scent had never left. Russetpaw began to sniff too, but he must not have noticed any scent, and the mentors didn’t either. Breezepaw figured that Snowstorm must have forgotten the scent of her old clan mates. Breezepaw hadn’t however.

The cats turned around, heading back for camp. The sun was hitting the mountains as the air started to turn darker, and Breezepaw followed them for a second before asking, “Can I go make dirt?”

Snowstorm nodded, and Breezepaw turned around, running back to the border of her old home. She sniffed for a couple more seconds, “I smell you father, you can come out now!” she called in a quiet voice. A couple seconds later a bush across from her shook a bit, and Ashwood stepped out. Breezepaw purred and ran up to her father.

They brushed against each other for a while and Ashwood purred, “I thought I should visit my only daughter on her apprenticeship day. That is a very important time for a clan cat, you know, my daughter.”

Breezepaw nodded, happy to finally see her father again, “I missed you,” she silently whispered, “I missed you and Crowflight. I missed all of my friends too, and I miss my clan. I don’t feel like I belong here.”

Ashwood sighed, “Listen, Breezepaw. I miss you too but you belong in Windclan. Not because Thrushstar demanded it, but because that is who you are. Your personality and traits, your strengths and weaknesses. You have a much larger potential in Windclan than in Riverclan. Thrushstar was right when she said that you belong in the clan which matches your personality, not the clan to which you were born.”

Breezepaw was quiet for a moment before she asked, “So how is Riverclan doing? Good I should hope.”

Ashwood nodded, “Riverclan is doing just fine. We made your friend Riverpaw an apprentice today, and I was assigned to be his mentor. I have him waiting at camp now, I want to test his loyalty to clan before anything else.”

Breezepaw’s eyes brightened, “That is so cool, congratulations. Riverpaw is pretty amazing, so I am sure he will be a great apprentice if you can deal with not needing to teach too much to a cat who already knows everything he needs to.”

Ashwood nodded but Breezepaw could sense some doubt in his eyes. She was curious but didn’t pester her father and pressed up against him, “Will you come to visit me again tomorrow?” she asked in a slightly pleading tone.

Her father nodded, “If you wake up early enough tomorrow, around the time of the dawn patrol, then I will meet you here.”

Breezepaw nodded and another question came to her, “I am being disloyal by meeting you here. An enemy cat who I might meet in battle.”

Her father shrugged, “That is entirely up to you to decide.” And he turned around paddling back to Riverclan camp. As Breezepaw ran back to her camp, getting rid of the scent by rolling in a pile of mud, she decided that it should be okay if Ashwood was doing it. Ashwood wouldn’t have ever done anything to betray the clan, so then it would be okay for her to do it too.

When she reached camp, Snowstorm approached her, “You took your time,” he commented a little suspiciously.

“I saw a squirrel and I thought I should try and catch it,” Breezepaw quickly lied, “But I missed. I guess I have to work on my hunting a little bit. I’m sorry.”

Snowstorm laughed and soothed her with his tail, “It’s okay, and you don’t even know how to hunt so it is perfectly normal to miss. Even the best hunters miss a piece of prey occasionally. Don’t let it get to you, Breezepaw.”

Breezepaw nodded, and slowly walked to the apprentice den, feeling slightly guilty at her lie, but also feeling a little proud for managing to be such a good actor.

The apprentice’s den was out in the open, like all of the other dens. Russetpaw was already there, chatting away with the only other apprentice Twirlpaw, on being an apprentice. He pestered the tom with questions which he all answered patiently. Breezepaw just sat next to them and listened until Russetpaw finally ran out of breath and Twirlpaw turned to Breezepaw.

“Hello,” he welcomed her, “My name is Twirlpaw.”

“I’m Breezepaw,” she replied.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Twirlpaw meowed, “I am so glad you finally become apprentices. You have no idea how hard it is to train alone. My life is so hectic in between caring for the elders, fetching herbs, training with my mentor who makes me practice fight with warriors…” Twirlpaw went on and on but Breezepaw wasn’t really listening and it didn’t seem like Russetpaw was either.

When Twirlpaw finally finished talking, Breezepaw asked, “Would you like us to help out the elders. You will have to show us today, but we will be able to do it on our own later.”

Twirlpaw nodded and led the apprentices out of the den and to the elder’s den which was under an old badger set. The three elders were waiting there. Breezepaw had already met them and even listened to their stories, and they had been kind to her, not judging of how her father was Riverclan and her mother was a traitor.

Twirlpaw dipped his head at them, and the two new apprentices did the same. Breezepaw spent the rest of the night helping the elders, picking out their ticks, and fetching dry moss for them, by the time she was done, she was so tired, she felt like she would collapse any moment then.

Twirlpaw and Russetpaw were quick to go back to the apprentice den, but Breezepaw decided to first stop by the medicine cat area, where Gracecloud was sorting his herbs. He acknowledged the young she-cat as she entered the crevice in the large rock.

“So how was your first day as an apprentice?” Gracecloud asked, “Did you like Snowstorm, he seems like he could make a good mentor to me.”

Breezepaw shrugged, “Yeah, I guess he’s pretty good. I’m really tired though. Twirlpaw showed us how to take care of the elders, and I feel ready to collapse. I hope everyday isn’t this tiring, or I don’t think I can manage.”

Gracecloud purred, “No, today is just your first day so you did a lot of walking. You’ll get used to it, and the days won’t be this tiring. I know you probably think he is a whiner, but if you are this tired when you have two apprentices to help you, imagine how he must feel.”

Breezepaw and Gracecloud chatted a little while longer, and Breezepaw finally left to go back to her den, where she collapsed from exhaustion.

The next day she woke up when she heard the dawn patrol, eager to finally see her father again. She pretended to be asleep as several cats got up to patrol the Thunderclan border. When they were finally gone Breezepaw got up, and quietly snuck out of camp, heading for the horse stable.

Her father was waiting there for her, and she purred at the sight of him. They spoke for a little while longer and Breezepaw realized that these were the best moments of her life since the day she had joined Riverclan. She left her father promising to meet him the next day, at the same time and the same place.

That day Snowstorm taught her how to hunt and she even managed to catch a rabbit on her first try. Snowstorm was impressed, and they returned to camp that day with four rabbits, two caught from Snowstorms demonstrations and two caught by Breezepaw. Proud of his apprentice, Snowstorm had sent her to eat a little, and then told her she was free for the rest of the day.

Breezepaw ate with Twirlpaw, who had returned from battle training with his mentor. They chatted for a while, and when they were done Breezepaw decided to go check on Gracecloud, and see if she could do anything for him.

When she entered the medicine cat den, Gracecloud purred before asking, “Is today as hectic as yesterday, or is it worse?”

Breezepaw shook her head, “Today has been really relaxed for me! It might be because I did very well on my hunting, but I am free for the rest of the day, so I thought I might stop by to see if you need any help.”

“Perfect,” Gracecloud meowed, “I need you to check alongside the Thunderclan border for catmint, and borage leaves. I am low on both.”

Breezepaw spent the rest of the day helping Gracecloud and taking care of the elders. She listened to some stories which she had already heard before, of the ancients and the cats from Firestar’s days.

That night when Breezepaw went to sleep, she was dreaming about talking to her father again the next day. She was a little upset that her mother didn’t come to visit her as well, but she figured her father liked her better. After all, it had been her mother that had sent her away.

Breezepaw kept meeting her father the next few days. She received news of Leffall’s death, and Riverpaw’s disappearance. She congratulated her father when she learned he became the new deputy and mourned for the fallen deputy with him.

In return she told him about her apprenticeship, and what she learned. Ashwood corrected some of the moves that she showed him and they spent some time practice fighting together. Breezepaw did this for a quarter moons until Thrushstar made an announcement one day.

She summoned all of the cats, which Breezepaw had now gotten used to. Breezepaw had been pretty sure that if she stopped meeting her father that she might actually be able to get used to clan. “Cats of Windclan,” Thrushstar had cried, “Riverclan has been trespassing on our territory lately. We keep getting scents of them on our territory by the horse place.”

There were angry mutters among the clan as Breezepaw felt a prick of guilt surge through her. “What will we do?” one of the cats had yowled out in rage.

“We will send a patrol to Riverclan and demand that they stop. If they deny we shall wait until the next gathering. If they have not stopped by the night before, then we shall raid Riverclan territory.”

There were yowls of approval from the clan but Breezepaw didn’t join in. She didn’t know if she would be able to attack her former clan, even though she was slowly starting to feel like she truly belonged in Windclan.

She met with her father again that night and she told his they had to stop meeting, but they both knew she didn’t mean it. They met the next day again, and Breezepaw couldn’t help meeting him, despite the guilty feeling that surged through her pelt every time she looked into her father’s eyes.

And a part of her didn’t feel guilty at all. This is what would happen to a cat, you striped from their home and their family. You couldn’t expect them all to believe she would be loyal and act like a normal cat just because they wanted her to.

Of course, Riverclan denied Thrushstar’s claims and when the night before the gathering arrived, the scents had still not left. Thrushstar stayed loyal to her clan and picked out a patrol that could leave a couple scars on the Riverclan cats to teach them a lesson.

Unfortunately, Breezepaw was selected and she couldn’t understand why Thrushstar would choose her on a mission against her former clan. As they paddled into the territory Breezepaw felt her sense of dread growing.

Eventually, the Windclan cats found a Riverclan patrol. Thrushstar knelt down and her clan followed, Breezepaw did too, but she couldn’t stop the boiling feeling in stomach. She waited, hating every part of the patrol as Thrushstar flicked her tail and the cats all jumped out of the bushes.

All of the Riverclan cats turned around in surprise and were quick to respond to the attack. Breezepaw bit a tom’s leg, and he turned around and shook her off before running to attack someone else. Breezepaw turned around, trying to waste as much time as possible finding a cat to fight.

Unfortunately, Breezepaw found that she was face-to-face with her father and she stared into his eyes with fear. He made no move to attack and neither did she, but Breezepaw realized she would be forced to make a decision when Thrushstar yowled, “Attack Breezepaw!”

If she could have Breezepaw would have sat down and thought about what to do the whole day, but she only had a fraction of a second and she made a decision with the time that was remaining. Taking a deep breath, she jumped.

Chapter 9
Thunderpaw had gone to bed that night as a very happy apprentice, who was almost in his first moon. Moonlight had gone on a stroll with him that evening, and the cats had chatted and played around for hours. Thunderpaw had been worried that when she became a warrior, along with her brother Sunshine, that she wouldn’t pay any attention to him, and only look at Fiercethorn, who had been a warrior for over half a moon.

But instead of ignoring him, she seemed to be paying more attention to him now, and Thunderpaw couldn’t help hoping it was because warriors were allowed to have mates. It was true that she spent a lot of time with Fiercethorn too, which only drove him crazy with jealousy after his training session. While Thunderpaw trained the only things which he thought of were making sure his mentor was impressed, which he never failed to do, proving himself to the clan, and becoming a warrior as soon as possible. Sparklelight had even admitted that Thunderpaw might become a warrior earlier than most apprentices did, due to his unnatural strength.

There was also the excitement of the gathering which was coming up very soon. It would be in around ten sunrises, and although Thunderpaw knew his chances of being chosen were extremely unlucky, he couldn’t help hoping that there might be the slightest chance he could go, due to his wonderful performance as an apprentice. He planned to ask Sparklelight the next day. The upcoming gathering also meant that there was little time before Shadowclan claimed the land which they thought belonged to them. Thunderpaw had to admit, although it did make him feel a little guilty, that he hoped Shadowclan wasn’t bluffing and really would start a battle. He was itching to try his skills, in a real life experience, claws unsheathed. He felt sure he would be able to help Thunderclan, and show the mangy Shadowclan cats, what Thunderclan was all about.

But, all of Thunderpaw’s excitement was soon to be replaced with dread. He went to sleep in the apprentice den; his nest was right beside Dragonpaw’s and as far away from Ratpaw’s as possible. Ratpaw still liked to act like he was better than them, just because he was a couple moons older. The two apprentices didn’t mind though, Rufflepaw was too busy working as a medicine cat to even notice the stuck up looks which he gave them.

He did sleep soundly that night, but when he woke up, a couple hours away from the dawn patrol, there was a cat, who had gripped him tightly. He couldn’t see who it was, but their embrace was so tight, that he couldn’t wiggle out.

Scared that it might be a cat from another clan or someone trying to kidnap him, for he wasn’t even sure if he was at camp, Thunderpaw unsheathed his claws, and raked them along the cats pelt.

The cat yowled in pain, and as a reflex, swatted at him, with their claws out, and he went flying to the other side of the apprentice den. Blood was welling in front of his eye, so he couldn’t identify the cat, but could see the figure escaping. Some apprentices stirred in their nests, but Thunderpaw didn’t have time to wait for them to catch up.

Running he leapt onto the cat, and realized that this was not a muscular cat trained for battle. Their muscles were hollow, and their shoulders were small. Thunderpaw didn’t want to take any risk though and he scratched at the cat, as blood began flying everywhere.

The cat didn’t fight back, and Thunderpaw knew he probably should have stopped, but once he started he found himself unable to do so. His claws just kept batting at the limp body. He only stopped when he heard the scream of a cat. He then backed away and rubbed the blood out of his eyes.

That was when he had realized what he had done. The cat was killed, and as Thunderpaw moved closer he realized who the cat had been ''Bronzestripe. ''He walked back in horror, unable to believe what he had done.

The clan cats were all gathering and they all gasped in rage or surprise when they noticed the dead body of their medicine cat. One cat turned to Thunderpaw and he was unable to recognize the cat, as he was caught up in his own grief, surprised that he was such a monster. The cat jumped on Thunderpaw and began to claw him, the way he had clawed Bronzestripe. He didn’t fight back he just absorbed the pain, wondering if Starclan was calling.

He heard a loud, “That’s enough Rufflepaw. Get off him now.”

Rufflepaw listened and got off, as Thunderpaw pushed himself to his feet. He could hardly believe that one of his best friends had tried to kill him. But then he almost could, he had killed the medicine cat after all.

Hollowstar had been the one who called Rufflepaw off, and now he walked up to the bloody Thunderpaw, who wondered if he was about to finish the job himself.

He didn’t. “Thunderpaw,” he demanded in a loud voice all though he was standing right in front of the apprentice, “Did you kill our medicine cat, even though you know we have no other fully trained ones?”

He couldn’t deny it. There was his fur on her pelt, her blood on his paws, and the apprentices would have heard him yell. He was also the only one awake. There was no point in denying the obvious truth, “I did, Hollowstar,” he replied and some cats gasped while others snarled at the apprentice.

Hollowstar seemed to sense that there was more to it, however because he asked, “Why did you kill her, Thunderpaw. Just tell us why.”

Thunderpaw took in a deep breath, “When I woke up, just a little while ago she was laying on me. And it wasn’t like she had fallen, she had her paws wrapped around me, she knew what she was doing. I couldn’t see who it was at the moment so I attacked, scared it could be an enemy cat. She then attacked me back, and was running away. I still couldn’t tell who it was at the time and I ran after her, eager not to let a cat, I thought, was an enemy go. Still unable to see, I leaped on her and attacked, I couldn’t see at what point she had been injured badly enough, so I didn’t realize I had killed her until she stopped moving.”

Hollowstar looked thoughtful, not sure whether or not to believe that the apprentice was telling the truth. There were tears welling around Thunderpaw’s eyes now but the apprentice didn’t make any notion to beg that he was innocent, that he never meant any harm.

The clan was not as calm as their leader however, and there were angry hisses coming from all directions. Thunderpaw didn’t look up, scared to see which cats whom he had trusted were hissing at him. He couldn’t bear the thought of Moonlight, Sparklelight, his parents or Dragonpaw being mad. He already knew that Rufflepaw hated him, but he hoped that he at least still had his other friend. <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> As the cats yelled, the noise seems to be fading as blackness started swirling around Thunderpaw. He could hear chants about killing him, and kicking him out of the clan when the darkness swept over him. Thunderpaw woke up in the medicine cat den with a ginger she-cat standing over him. There was grief locked into her eyes, and Thunderpaw recognized her as one of the medicine cats from Riverclan.

She smiled at him, and Rufflepaw stomped up to him, “You don’t deserve any of this treatment!” he cried, “Not from Riverclan and not from Thunderclan either!”

The ginger cat hushed Rufflepaw and sent him back to organize dens. Thunderpaw wanted to ask who she was, but his mouth was sore. She seemed to sense it though because she replied, “I am Gingerlight of Riverclan, the medicine cat apprentice. I will sub for Bronzestripe until young Rufflepaw is able to take her position.” <p style="border-style:none;padding:0in;"> Thunderpaw tried to push himself to his feet, but she lowered his back down, “Don’t, you need to rest,” Thunderpaw let her push him back down, and as sleep started taking over he heard her whisper, “You look like a Thunderclan version of Riverpaw. How I wish he had never ran away…” When Thunderpaw woke up again Gingerlight wasn’t there. Neither was Rufflepaw, and he couldn’t help feeling relieved he wouldn’t have to sit in front of the tom that now hated him. He was delighted when he noticed Moonlight watching him, her eyes full of worry.

“Are you okay?” she asked, paddling up to him, “Gingerlight told me that you had some serious wounds.”

“What are you doing here?” Thunderpaw asked her, “You wouldn’t want to come near the cat that killed Bronzestripe.”

There was a sad look in her eyes, “I know that it wasn’t intentional. You never meant to hurt anybody.”

Thunderpaw sighed, “But I did, and I don’t see how you can forgive me when not even I can.”

Moonlight just walked up to him and covered his face in licks, “Don’t listen to the other cats, Thunderpaw,” she let him go and began to paddle out of the den; “Fiercethorn and I are going hunting. I will check on you when we are done.”

Thunderpaw nodded, he felt too depressed to notice the fact that she was spending time with Fiercethorn that she wasn’t offering to spend with him.

Gingerlight returned later that day, and told him that he was good to leave. He took the chance and escaped as soon as she gave him the permission.

To his dismay, he learned that Dragonpaw refused to talk to him, and the other apprentices wouldn’t talk to him either. He sighed as he picked up a piece of prey and sat down alone, surrounded by his guilt.

He was surprised when not much later, Ratpaw came and sat next to him with a sympathetic look on his face. Thunderpaw looked at him skeptically, “Are you sure you want to sit by the cat who murdered Bronzestripe.”

He shrugged, “I believe your side of the story,” he glares at Rufflepaw, “The apprentice needs to act more mature. He is an apprentice now, not a little kit who can’t control the fact that his mentor openly attacked a clan mate.”

Thunderpaw looked at him curiously and he shrugged, “I saw her standing over you, so I know that your story is true.”

Thunderpaw dipped his head, “Thanks,” he murmured, “I never had thought that you would be the one to stick up for me,” he admitted a little slowly, “You never seemed to get along with me after you became an apprentice.”

He shrugged, “I was too busy to socialize…”

Thunderpaw wanted to snort. He had been too busy to socialize but not too busy to make fun of how small and annoying they had been because he was a warrior. Thunderpaw didn’t mention it though, since he was the only one talking to him and he didn’t want to lose his only piece of company.

That night Thunderpaw went to sleep with dark thoughts

When he woke up in the morning the whole clan was chattering away furiously. He slowly pushed himself up to find Ratpaw mumbling angrily right in front of him.

“What’s wrong,” he asked the brown cat, “The clan seems ready to explode!”

There was an angry look in his eyes as he gazed out of the den, “Shadowclan!” he hissed, “They are trying to take our territory back from us! But today we will fight to get it back! Hollowstar said we would attack as soon as Wingpelt has organized the patrols.

Thunderpaw no longer felt the urge to shed the skin of another cat, “Let’s go see what is going on,” he offered and the two apprentices bounded out of their den into the clearing. Rufflepaw was also waiting there and when he noticed Thunderpaw and his angry face became even angrier at the sight of Ratpaw alongside him. Thunderpaw could hear Rufflepaw’s unsaid words echoing in his head, and they were impossible to ignore.

Hollowstar stood on top of the Highledge, his eyes defiant. The whole clan was angry at Shadowclan, and despite his situation, Thunderpaw was very angry too. He didn’t want to fight anymore, but Shadowclan was stealing land that belonged to them, and he would not put up with it. He felt himself barring his teeth at the thought of the mangy pelts.

Finally, Wingpelt emerged from the warriors den. He ran up to the Highledge and whispered something in Hollowstar’s ear. Hollowstar nodded and licked the she-cat’s shoulder gratefully, before she climbed back down and disappeared out of camp. Thunderpaw wondered where his mentor was going.

Hollowstar turned to address him clan, “Shadowclan has declared battle against us by marking our territory as theirs,” he declared with anger. None of the cats were surprise but some protested as he continued, “We know it wasn’t a mistake, but Wingpelt will send a patrol consisting of Emberclaw, Mangoleap, Branchleg, Shiftpaw, Rosescent and herself. If they mark those boundaries again tomorrow, we will attack,” the clan cheered, “I will tell you the attack plan tonight, if it comes to that,” his eyes flashed angrily, “Although, I would count on a battle.”

Thunderpaw watched as he climbed down from the ledge. Ratpaw touched noses with him, before walking away to train with his mentor. Thunderpaw was still shocked at how close he and Ratpaw had grown over such a short period of time.

As Ratpaw walked away, he noticed Moonlight and Fiercethorn walking over to him. He waited patiently as Moonlight ran up and licked him passionately, before pulling away and letting the anger show in her eyes, “Sharkstar was supposed to be one of the wisest leaders Shadowclan had had in a long time, why would he ever consider doing something so stupid?”

“Because he is stupid,” Thunderpaw rolled his eyes, “Maybe his age clouded his judgment. I have no idea how old he is, but I think he is the oldest cat living in the clans.”

“There is the Windclan elder,” Fiercethorn pointed out, “I think it’s a race between her and Sharkstar, and I think I will decide the winner if it comes to a battle,” he flexed his claws and Moonlight ran her tail down his spine sending pricks of jealousy through Thunderpaw’s body.

“Come on, Fiercethorn,” she rolled her eyes, “You know you won’t kill him, because it is against the warrior code. Stop acting so though.”

He grunted, “I will hurt him badly enough, that he will be too tired to live much longer,” looking at Moonlight he added, “You want to see me be tough?”

She laughed, “You’re not seriously going to jump on me, are you?” she asked him, “That is for kits and apprentices” she winked at Thunderpaw.

“Hey!” he protested, “I am way too mature for that now. I only participate in real fights.” He claimed proudly, in a playful manner.

“Yeah, like Bronzestripe,” Fiercethorn responded playfully, before fully realizing what he said and shoving his paws in his mouth, “I am so sorry, Thunderpaw. I didn’t mean to say it.” But what had been said couldn’t be undone.

Moonlight looked at him fiercely, all playfulness in her eyes gone, “How could you Fiercethorn,” she protested, “You think he doesn’t feel bad already! You don’t have to be insensitive about everything!” she looked at him, a soft anger now burning in her eyes, “You need to understand that some things need to be taken seriously,” she quietly murmured, “If you could, then we might have been mates by now.”

Fiercethorn opened his mouth in surprise, but Moonlight had already stomped off before she could apologize.

He turned to Thunderpaw, “I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely.

“It’s okay,” Thunderpaw replied honestly. He would forgive Fiercethorn; he hadn’t meant it after all it had just been a joke that he never meant to say but it slipped out of his mouth, “I understand that it was on accident.”

Fiercethorn looked a little pleased but there was still a guilty look in his eyes, “I was also talking about Moonlight, you know,” he slowly added, “I know that you also had your eyes set on her, and for a while I was afraid I would lose,” he looked at his friend sadly, “You know, Roboflight. I am going to apologize and prove that I can take things seriously. I know that she will forgive me, and we will become mates. I am just sorry you will have to be aware of it as it happens, when it is probably one of your nightmares.”

Thunderpaw paused, feeling the pain of jealousy run through his body again, “I can forgive for that too,” he whispered, “If you allow me a quick word with her before you apologize. I just need to tell her some things before it is too late.”

He nodded, “She’s yours for the moment,”

Thunderpaw dipped his head, “Thank you so much, Fiercethorn,” he purred, “I hope we can always be friends, no matter what.”

He nodded, “Me too.”

Thunderpaw nodded and he bounded off, following Moonlight outside of camp. She was sitting quietly on the grass. “Hello, Thunderpaw,” she welcomed him, “Sorry I stormed off so quickly.”

Gingerlight was sitting close to them, probably waiting for Rufflepaw. Thunderpaw sympathized for the medicine cat that had been dragged away from her home.

“Moonlight,” he slowly began, “After hearing what you said to Fiercethorn, I needed to admit something,” she looked at him curiously and Thunderpaw saw a strange look in her eyes, that he could not identify.

“What is it, Thunderpaw?” she asked curiously.

“I,” he paused, “I know that Fiercethorn loves you; he really does but,” he took in a deep breath, “I do too,”

A look of shock entered her eyes and he dipped his head, “I understand that you might not ever want to talk to me again, but I felt like I needed to say that while I could.” When he looked at Moonlight there was a confused look in her eyes.

“I always tried to deny the way we looked at each other,” she admitted, “Although I knew it was there. But I feel the same way about Fiercethorn,” there was clear pain in her eyes, “How can I ever choose?”

She got up and began to paddle away from the camp, “I need some time to reflect, Thunderpaw, I can’t just jump into something right away.”

Thunderpaw watched sadly, wishing that he had never done that. It felt good to know that Moonlight felt that way about him, but he couldn’t stand the thought that he had ripped hi heart.

“I totally understand you,” Thunderpaw looked around in surprise to see that it was Gingerlight.

“No you don’t,” he replied hoarsely, “You’re a medicine cat, you aren’t allowed to love.” He knew he was being mean but his mood wasn’t good and he couldn’t control his attitude.

A sad look entered her eyes and Thunderpaw took a step closer to her as she replied, “We are not allowed to express our love,” pain seemed to be stabbing her, “I have loved a cat; I still love them so desperately you wouldn’t imagine.”

“Is it the Riverpaw cat you mentioned earlier?” he asked her, and she nodded.

“He ran away the night after I confessed my love for him,” her voice was sad, “I wasn’t the only reason though. His mother mistreated him terribly, his father had just died and no one was there to comfort him about hit because they were surrounded by his own grief and he was being bullied,” she paused for a moment, “By the best friend of a cat he liked,”

“I thought you were the cat he liked,” Thunderpaw was confused.

“No,” she replied, “I should have guessed by the way he looked at Kindlepaw that he only had eyes for her. But Fizzypaw, her best friend wouldn’t let them go near each other. They talked in secret but there was no way they could even figure out that they had feelings for each other. I was close with him too, and I guess the thought of hurting my feelings, also drove him a little closer to depression until he finally ran away.”

There were tears brimming at the edges of her eyes, and she pushed them away with her paw, “Don’t tell anyone,” she warned him, and her eyes lit a little playfully, “Or I will have to shut your mouth closed with sap.”

Thunderpaw nodded before asking, “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you remind me of him,” she waited for a moment, “And because you are not any cat. I am a medicine cat, Thunderpaw, I can tell certain things just by looking at a cat.”

Rufflepaw suddenly emerged from inside the camp and he glared at Thunderpaw, “Are you going to kill this medicine cat too?” he sneered, and Gingerlight stuffed her tail in his mouth.\

“Stop fighting a fight you can’t win,” she warned him before walking off, “We have to find some comfrey.”

“I will fight any fight to avenge my mentor,” he snarled and turned to face Thunderpaw with an offensive crouch.

“Rufflepaw! Get back here this instant!” Rufflepaw pulled himself up and sourly looked at Thunderpaw before turning around and following his mentor. Head throbbing from everything that had just happened, he walked back into camp, hoping to get some more sleep.

“Hey, Thunderpaw,” Fiercethorn asked him, “Do you know where Moonlight is? You were the last one to see her.”

He shook his head apologetically and he sighed, “I guess I can approach her later,” he sighed and walked up to the fresh-kill pile.

“Thunderpaw,” he turned around to find Hollowstar staring at him.

“What is it, Hollowstar?” he asked dipping his head.

“Follow me,” the large tom whispered and he led him into his den. Thunderpaw looked around with amazement, once they were inside. It was a very large den for just one cat, and he imagined sleeping in the den one day in the future.

“Thunderpaw we need to discuss what happened with Bronzestripe,” he began and when he saw the disappointment in the apprentice’s face he sighed, “I don’t want to talk about it either, Thunderpaw but if you want to be accepted back into the clan, we need to figure out what really happened.”

Thunderpaw nodded and Sparklelight entered the den, as if on cue. “You called me, Hollowstar,” she whispered.

He nodded, “We need to decide what to do with your apprentice.”

“Oh,” she looked surprised before she sat down and said, “I don’t believe he ever could have meant to hurt her that bad,” she admitted, “I know my apprentice well from just a month and it isn’t something he would imagine doing.”

Hollowstar nodded, “I have heard that from a lot of cats, you know…” he began.

“And it is definitely true,” Thunderpaw turned around to find Emberclaw and Cherryheart standing in front of the leader den.

Hollowstar’s whiskers twitched with annoyance, “Come in,” he meowed irritably, “But please don’t barge in next time.”

“I will if you start accusing my son wrongly,” Emberclaw retorted as he marched in. Hollowstar didn’t reply, and Thunderpaw admired his patience, and Cherryheart ran up to her son and began to lick her.

“I believe you’re innocent,” she whispered, “Don’t let other make you think differently.”

Hollowstar sighed as he looked between the cats, “I know that Thunderpaw is innocent,” he sighs, “I had an apprentice confirm that Bronzestripe had Thunderpaw captured in an embrace,” his eyes showed that there was information he knew, which he wasn’t revealing, “But the problem is getting the clan to believe it.”

“The clan is a bunch of mouse-brains if they think my son is a cold-blooded murderer.” Cherryheart snapped angrily, not at Hollowstar.

“Mom,” Thunderpaw sadly addressed his mother, and a thorn stabbed his heart as he whispered, “Rufflepaw is not a mouse brain. He is-was- my friend, and he was amazing.” Thunderpaw felt the need to defend the cat that had been one of his best friends only a few days ago.

“Well, then he shouldn’t accuse you.”

“Cherryheart, if you don’t mind my saying,” Sparklelight began, “Though I disagree with them, you have to admit that the clan does have its reasons for doubting him. He openly admitted to killing a medicine cat. In cold blood? No, definitely not, but he did kill her, in self defense, and the clan takes these things hardly. They don’t know what to think so they don’t think anything. They just assume and turn on him.”

Hollowstar seemed thoughtful, “We can’t punish him for prejudice though,” he sighs, “I don’t really like this, but here is what I will do. Thunderpaw can continue his training, however, he will not be allowed to fight in battles, attend gatherings or any other large event, until he becomes a warrior.” He dips his head, I’m sorry Thunderpaw.”

“It’s, okay,” Thunderpaw replied, he was relieved to at least be able to continue his training, and that he would get the rights back once he became a warrior.

Hollowstar smiled, “Good,” and he dismissed to four other cats that were quickly ushered out of his den.

“I’m sorry,” all three cats turned to him.

“It’s okay,” Thunderpaw repeated, “I can prove myself to the clan.” And he knew he would. To become great, you would have to overcome great obstacles. And he knew he could. There was just that feeling burning inside of his that told him it was his destiny.

Chapter 10
Shadowpaw waited patiently as Sharkstar stood waiting for the clan to gather. Her limbs were still stiff from a training session the previous day, and Goldenwing had decided to call off her training for the day when he saw how tired she was. She had protested, angry at him insisting that she could continue, but he had argued saying that he wasn’t willing to train a weary apprentice.

Shadowpaw liked him no better than she had a moon ago when he was first appointed to her, but he never seemed to understand that no matter how many hints she dropped. He just continued to constantly go easy on her, as if she were incapable of training with him at his full strength.

Grasspelt’s kits were now a moon old and perfectly capable of speaking and walking. But Shadowpaw found them a nuisance, especially when Goldenwing brought them to training, which he occasionally did, and he ended up teaching them instead of her. Shadowpaw was willing to bet that he would much rather be in Buzzheart’s place, teaching the kits some self-defense, rather than teaching her how to hunt and fight.

But Shadowpaw seriously doubted that Buzzheart would give up the position. She wasn’t taking care of many kits; Grassfur was the only cat in the nursery, although the clan was beginning to suspect that Mistheart was about to move into the nursery.

Itchpaw sat down next to Shadowpaw, “How did your training with Goldenwing go?” she asked her and she snorted.

“It’s not considered training when he treats me like a kit.” Shadowpaw snapped sharply, not at her friend.

She shrugged, “Cut him some slack, you are his first apprentice and he doesn’t know this kind of stuff. Maybe if you tried to tell him, he would understand his mistake.”

She rolled her eyes, “He thinks I am too young to have a valid opinion,” she groaned, “He refused to train with me today just because I looked a little tired. And I have dropped so many hints that he either ignores them, disagrees with me or he is an absolute mouse-brain.” Her whiskers twitched with frustration.

Itchpaw shrugged, “All I can say is that I am very pleased with Curestorm,” she smiled sympathetically, “Maybe you should ask Goldenwing to let you come train with us a little some days.”

Shadowpaw rolled her eyes, “He would think I might get in your way, and cause too much trouble.”

“Just ask him,” Itchpaw begged, “You would actually get some proper training for once.”

Shadowpaw didn’t tell her that she was already getting excellent training, just from the Dark Forest. She couldn’t bring herself to stop the long and tiring sessions. All of the training just made her want more of it, and despite the feeling in her gut that there was something wrong about the whole thing, she couldn’t bring herself to stop.

“Why don’t you assess my fighting?” Shadowpaw offered to her, “Today we can go to the training ditch and I can see how well I am shaping up, with Goldenwing’s training,” she didn’t say it as much because she wanted to prove herself but more because she wanted to prove to Itchpaw that she was a capable fighter.

“I don’t know…” she trailed off, her tone a little teasing, “I will become a warrior anytime now and that might not be safe.”

Shadowpaw purred as she playfully shoved her friend, “I will take that as a yes,” she decided as Redpaw came to sit down beside them.

Shadowpaw purred at the she-cat and she smiled back. Although she was the youngest apprentice, and her mentor was horrible, she had quickly become one of the well know apprentices in her clan and was friends with almost all of the apprentices.

“Why do you think Sharkstar is waiting so long?” she asked, “It must be important.”

When Shadowpaw looked up she noticed Wingpelt, the deputy, speaking to Sharkstar seriously. She realized that is must be something important by the look on her father’s face, “I wonder what’s happening…” she trailed off.

The three cats were quiet for a moment and Shadowpaw cut the silence by happily pulling her head up from the ground, “Maybe they are giving me a new mentor,” she paused, “But I guess that’s not such a big deal.”

Sharkstar finally dipped his head to Wingpelt and she walked down the rock. Sharkstar coughed, grabbing the attention of the cats who weren’t giving him any.

“Our long wait is over,” he said and the clan looked around a little confused, “We will take back our territory tonight!”

The clan looked around with excitement and cheered. They knew that this battle was only a warning for Thunderclan, dropping a hint of the darkness that might come, but many Shadowclan cats still believed that territory belonged to them, and wanted to fight for it. Shadowpaw just wanted to fight, and test her skills.

“Tonight we will send a border patrol,” he told his cats, “They will arrive the next day with a message for us to pull off. We will tell them that we will have to think.”

He smiles, “Not me though, because I can’t lie,” he smiles at Wingpelt, “Wingpelt will be speaking to them and telling Thunderclan that we need to think and they can wait until the next border patrol to learn our decision. The next day we will mark the borders on the strip of land again, and we will go to battle with them.”

He gazed at his cats, “I know this isn’t the point but I want us to win,” he claimed, “If we don’t Thunderclan might get dangerous. We will win, but the next day we won’t mark that territory. A sudden and useless battle is the best sign we could possibly give them without actually telling them, which I don’t think will be a good idea.”

The clan began to murmur and Shadowpaw realized most of them were positive, some were more aggressive about how they missed Thunderclan blood on their claws, and some cat were murmuring about how a battle was something they wanted to avoid, especially when the clans were so peaceful.

“I can’t wait!” Itchpaw purred, “This is my perfect chance to prove that I am finally ready to become a warrior,” she jumped with excitement, “All I have to do is prove myself in the battle.”

Shadowpaw shrugged, “Considering that Sharkstar decides to take you to the battle,” she sighed inwardly, “Goldenwing will never think that I am ready to become an apprentice,” she complained, “I want to speak to Sharkstar about letting me go.”

Redpaw looked doubtful, “I think there will already be enough apprentices to send, and he had enough warriors not to risk sending to many apprentices,” she hesitated, “But maybe he will want to send more apprentices for the experience considering there isn’t as much at stake this time.”

“Do you think he will send you?” Shadowpaw asked her friend.

She shrugged, “I hope he does, I really want to test and prove my ability, as well as get a taste for Thunderclan claws and fur, but I don’t think I will go considering the large amount of cats he has to choose from.”

“I sure hope I do!” The cats turned around to find Purplepaw, Redpaw’s sibling, “I have been training a little for this battle the whole moon with Growlpelt and I know he wouldn’t want to throw that training away! He will demand that I be taken.” She purred and the cats smiled at her, jealous of her reassurance.

When Shadowpaw went to bed that night, she woke up to a dark damp place.

“Are you ready for the battle tomorrow?” Thistleclaw asked, stepping out of the shadows.

“I don’t even know if I will get to participate in it,” she replied glumly, “Goldenwing treats me like I’m a kit. Sometimes I just want to rip his pelt off.”

“Have you ever tried it?” he asked.

“I would get in so much trouble,” she responded, “They would kick me out of the clan, and then how would I be great.”

“Kill any cat that opposes you,” Mapleshade replied, stepping out of the shadows.

“No way!” Shadowpaw exclaimed, “I am loyal to my clan. That is against the warrior code and there is no honor to that!”

Mapleshade snorted, “Who needs honor?”

“There are reasons you’re in this wretched place,” Shadowpaw reminded them, “I think I will choose a nicer path after I die.”

“You want to live with those lame excuses for cats!” Mapleshade sneered, “I expected better from a cat I trained.”

Shadowpaw bared her teeth, “I come here to get proper training, not to plan how to take down the forest.”

Mapleshade sighed, “Then we might as well do that. You have a battle tomorrow and we want as much Thunderclan blood on your paws as possible.”

Shadowpaw grinned, “Finally,” she exclaimed, “I am always ready to train, and the sooner we start the better,” she hesitated, “But I still highly doubt that Goldenwing will ever let me go, and Sharkstar won’t sent me if he doesn’t want it.”

Thistleclaw waved her away, “I will deal with that,” he assured her.

“How will you deal with it?” she demanded, “You aren’t going to strangle my father in his sleep, are you?”

He laughed, “No.”

Mapleshade sighed, “We are smarter than you give us credit for, Shadowpaw. Now can we please start training?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed, “Please!”

She smiled, “Good!”

They trained the whole night, and even though Shadowpaw thought she might fall dead on her feet at any moment, she didn’t say anything.

When she woke up in the morning, she was exhausted and could barely push herself out of her den. She tried to hide how tired she was from Goldenwing, who thought today would be another great time to bring his kits along, while she hunted.

Half-way through the session she pulled herself back up to her feet and asked Goldenwing, “Can I go to the battle today?” guessing what his answer would be she quickly added, “At least, ask Sharkstar!”

He shook his head, “No way, Shadowpaw,” he replied, “You have only been an apprentice for a moon, and you haven’t even learned that many moves for fighting.”

“Because you won’t teach them to me!” she screeched, unable to control her anger.

Goldenwing looked surprised, “You need to prove that you are ready to learn the battle moves before you actually learn them.”

She felt her frustration growing, “Why don’t we go to the training ditch, and I can show you what I am capable of,” she quickly added, “And don’t you dare go easy on me.”

He smiled, “I like how you push yourself, Shadowpaw but you need to recognize your limits. You could get hurt battling a warrior like me. And I couldn’t watch my kits while I battle trained with you.”

Shadowpaw resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “Your claws will be sheathed, and can’t you just take your kits back to Grassfur, she is their mother after all.”

“You could still get hurt,” he insisted, “And I can’t stand the thought of being responsible for an injury you might have.”

“Fine,” she snapped, angry. If she weren’t training in the Dark Forest then she wouldn’t be able to become a warrior until Goldenwing’s kits did.

She spent the rest of the night training, using techniques she learned in the Dark Forest. The cats there might be cruel, and evil but they were the only ones who could give her a proper training, seeing that Sharkstar wouldn’t change her mentor.

Shadowpaw woke up the next morning feeling confident about her skills, if she were to be put into the battle.

She could hardly feel her stiff limbs as Itchpaw walked over with excitement, “My mentor promised me I could fight in the battle today!”

“If there is one,” Shadowpaw reminded her, “There might not be a battle after all.”

She snorted, “This is Thunderclan we are talking about. Their pride will get the best of them; of course there will be a battle.”

Shadowpaw shrugged, “You’re probably right.”

“Of course I’m right. And I’m also excited. I might become a warrior today!” She purred and Shadowpaw smiled.

“I’ll never become a warrior at this rate.”

“I guess you won’t be going to the battle.”

“I won’t be counting on it.”

“You should,” Purpl;epaw claimed walking up to the cats.

“Why?”

“Because I heard Sharkstar talking to Goldenwing about it. He wants you to participate in the battle.”

“If there is one.”

“Of course there will be. That was the whole point anyways; having a battle.”

“I suppose,” Shadowpaw began trailing off, when she heard a pair of footsteps entering the camp.

It was a Thunderclan patrol looking extremely angry.

“We need to talk with Sharkstar!” their leader demanded.

“He’s in his den,” Wingpelt responded calmly, signaling for the cats not to react.

The patrol stormed into Sharkstar’s den, and Shadowpaw heard some quick shouts from inside the den.

The patrol stayed in there for a fair amount of time before they came out, with Sharkstar following them, “We will not move our borders,” he insisted, “And if we must we will go to battle for it.”

“Then you are a fool,” their leader spat before turning around, “There will be bloodshed if you keep your word.”

“Unless you smarten your clan up a little.”

The patrol bristled before turning around and storming away from Shadowclan, back to Thunderclan.

“I need to select that cats for battle,” Sharkstar claimed as soon as the patrol had left, “I want three battle patrols. One will be the first one, the second will attack soon after, and the third patrol will be for emergencies only.”

“I hope I get the first patrol!” Itchpaw whispered with excitement.

“I’ll be lucky to get any,” Shadowpaw responded, “As long as they put me on one I am very pleased!”

“They will,” Purplepaw assured her, “I heard it with my own ears, and I can eat mouse-tails if you are not.”

“I will hold you to that.” Shadowpaw responded with amusement.

She shrugged, “Won’t matter, because I know you will be on a patrol.”

“I’d better, or I will…” Shadowpaw trailed off, “I’ll get very angry with just about everything in this clan.” She finally responded.

Itchpaw twitched her whiskers with amusement.

“In the third patrol I want Leatherpelt, Brownfur, Curestorm, Mistheart, Carvetail, Scrollpaw and Snappaw.”

In the second patrol I want Orangegleam, Goldenwing, Flapcloud, Stripepelt, Birchfall, Falconclaw, Itchpaw, Redpaw, Purplepaw, and Hookpaw.”

Shadowpaw realized that Itchpaw was pleased with the prospect of being in the second patrol.

“On the front patrol,” Sharkstar looked around a little, “Will be I, Wingpelt, Metalclaw, Crossfang, Breezetail, Sneezefur, Skullstorm, and Shadowpaw.”

Shadowpaw’s eyes widened with excitement, “I’m on the front patrol!” she squeaked, “I can hardly believe it!”

“Told you so,” Purplepaw responded.

“Lucky,” Itchpaw seemed jealous but also happy for her friend.

Shadowpaw smiled, “I can’t wait.”

She spent the whole afternoon doing some battle training on her own, and it wasn’t long before a patrol came with news that Thunderclan had marked the territory as their own again, and Sharkstar sent out the first patrol.

Shadowpaw raced alongside the cats, as they reach the border. Thunderclan cats remained there and they snarled at the sight of their enemies.

“Get off our territory!”

You get off ours,” Sharkstar narrowed his eyes, before flicking his tail for attack.

Shadowpaw jumped through the air with excitement, landing on the first cat she could find. It was a warrior but she was a fair match for him as she dodged all of his blows.”

The two clans were evenly matched before another group of Thunderclan cats appeared. That was the signal for the second patrol that leaped into the battle. Once again, the cats found themselves evenly matched as Shadowpaw moved on to a different warrior.

Once again, she was an even match for the cat even when an apprentice joined him. She didn’t have enough time to scare them away however, because the third patrol soon jumped in, to end the battle quicker.

It wasn’t long before Thunderclan was forced to flee, with Shadowclan at their tails, while Shadowpaw glowed with pride.

“You were great!” Itchpaw purred running up to her, “I saw you out there!”

“You were good too,” Shadowpaw responded, although she hadn’t really been looking.

Sharkstar smiled after the leaving cats, “This is the power of Shadowclan!” His voice was not menacing or strong, but it was clear sending a straight message across.

“Can we start hunting on this land?” A cat asked and he shrugged.

“Might as well,” he claimed, “We are going to give it back to them anyways.”

The cats looked at him in surprise, “Why? We won it?”

“It’s not rightfully ours. This battle was to warn the clans, not tear them apart.”

The cats sighed, realizing they had no choice but to agree with him, as Shadowpaw noticed Goldenwing approaching. He dipped his head towards her apologetically.

“I’m sorry, Shadowpaw,” he claimed, “You were amazing out there, and now I see that I should have never underestimated you.”

Shadowpaw wanted to start yelling at him, and ask what took so long but instead she shrugged, “As long as you actually try to train me later on.”

“I will,” he claimed, “I promise.”

Chapter 11
Riverpaw shivered as rain splashed onto his bluish pelt. He felt his stomach rumble, as he leaned down to take a bite of the small rat he had found.

<p class="MsoNormal"> He let out a cough, and sneezed all over the rat. He didn’t want to eat it, but he was hungry and desperately needed food. He hadn’t realized what efficiency the clan was until he had lost that blessing.

<p class="MsoNormal"> The cold rain soaked his pelt as he shivered in the rain. As much as he wanted to he couldn’t bring himself to return to Riverclan. There was no one left for him there, and too many problems which he didn’t feel strong enough yet to handle.

<p class="MsoNormal"> He sniffed in the cold air, as a shiver crept down his spine. Rain splattered all over his nose, making it tickle. His coat was drenched and dirty. He had only been gone for a month and he already felt on the verge of death.

<p class="MsoNormal"> He hadn’t known that he relied on the clan this much to keep him safe, full, warm and alive. It also gave him a sense of self assurance. But now he was out in the cold, vulnerable to any kind of threat. It was so easy for something to happen right now that could kill him, or leave him in a heap, to die without anyone ever knowing about it.

<p class="MsoNormal"> It almost bruised his heart more than it hurt his stomach, and soaked his fur. He never saw any cats around, as he wandered a fair amount outside of his old territory, just to make sure none of the clan cats ever saw him. He didn’t know what he would do if he was placed against one of his old clan mates, especially one of the apprentices, while he was wondering outside of their territory.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Instead he had made shelter closer to Thunderclan territory, right on the border. Occasionally he would accidentally cross, but he had been lucky enough not to get caught yet. A voice in his head, however, told him it was only a matter of time before he ran into an angry Thunderclan patrol.

<p class="MsoNormal"> But until then, he would have to test his luck. Prey wouldn’t leap into his hands, and even though Leafbare had finished and Greenleaf was on its way, rain was still common, which made the prey run away into their little shelters, where they could not be hunted.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Riverpaw was startled by a loud roaring noise, only to look down and realize that it was his stomach, asking for more food, something he didn’t have.

<p class="MsoNormal"> Slowly he curled himself up, trying to block out the cold, and the shivers that kept crawling down his spine. As cold and hungry as he was, it was hard to fight the sleep that was willing his body to shut down, and leave him alone.

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<p class="MsoNormal"> “What is that?”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “It’s a cat, isn’t it obvious!”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “I thought he was a dog… Duh it’s a cat!”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Riverpaw kept his eyes closed, pretending not to notice the cats that stood above him, glancing at one another curiously.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Look at the poor little thing! He must be starving!” he heard a young she-cat exclaimed as she prodded his stomach with her paw. It was all he could do to stop from groaning in hunger and making it look like he was still asleep.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “I think this is a clan cat,” it was a gruff voice this time, “I smell the pesky little warriors all over him.” His voice held contempt towards Riverpaw’s old home, making him feel hostile, even in his mock sleep.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Well, he is living near the clans. The scent seems a little old; I don’t think he belongs in those clans. Otherwise he would have one of their chubby stomachs that they get from stealing our prey.”

<p class="MsoNormal">'' We don’t steal your prey! '' Riverpaw thought sourly inside, but he knew that he could never tell these cats he was a Riverclan cat. They would skin him alive.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Come on Ella,” it was the tom, “We can’t just take him in, and feed him. We can barely find enough prey as it is and another mouth to feed won’t be anything but trouble. He looks like he is barely a kit.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Riverpaw couldn’t stand it anymore, “I am a very capable hunter,” he claimed, as he slowly pushed himself up to his feet, “I could prove it to you if there was any prey around here for me to even hunt.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “You see, Jake,” Ella purred, “He won’t be an extra mouth to feed.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “You heard him,” he grunted, “There isn’t any prey to catch. It doesn’t matter how well he hunts if there is no prey to catch.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Don’t be like that,” she sighed and gave Riverpaw a sympathetic smile, “It must be hard for you, to survive when you have the skills, but not the recourses.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Riverpaw smiled back and the tom finally sighed, “I guess you aren’t going to give up. I guess he can join, but if he causes any trouble, then I will hold you responsible.” Riverpaw felt a flash of guilt and fear both clench his stomach. What would these cats do if they knew where he was really from?

<p class="MsoNormal"> “Don’t worry,” she smiled, “You worry way too much.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> She finally turned to Riverpaw who was watching them both with a growing worry. “I forgot to introduce myself,” she smiled, “How silly of me. My name is Ella and this is Jake. We both used to be kittypets, but our owners grew sick of us and kicked us out.”

<p class="MsoNormal"> Riverpaw felt a stab of sympathy for the two loners. He knew what it felt like to have no home left to go to.

<p class="MsoNormal"> “So we gathered together a group of homeless cats and now we work together to survive. We soon discovered the clans, who keep stealing territory which contains prey we need and our next move is to take them down. They are stealing what is rightfully ours and we keep growing in numbers and strength. Soon we will be able to outmatch those wimpy clan cats,” she sounded confident as she said this but Riverpaw knew she would regret these cocky words when she saw what the clans were really capable of.