A Cat Named Rubbish

Chapter One
Petalpaw looked at her mentor, Firestorm. "Really?" she asked. "Of course!" Firestorm purred. "Your training is complete. I think you deserve an assessment." Petalpaw began bouncing up and down. ''A warrior! I'll be a warrior!'' "Will my warrior name be Petalstorm?" Like Firestorm! Firestorm looked at his apprentice with amusement. "I can't tell you your warrior name," he mewed. "Oakstar will decide it." Oh. "Well, I hope he chooses Petalstorm for me!" Petalpaw mewed, still excited about the news. "Me too," Firestorm purred. "Petalstorm is a fine name. Now go to sleep. You don't want to be groggy on your assessment day, do you?" "Of course not!" Petalpaw mewed. That night Petalpaw could hardly sleep. She forced a minnow down her belly and went to the apprentices' den. She tossed and turned all night. ''Will it be hard? Will I fail?'' "Hey!" Icypaw grumbled. "You're getting moss all over me!" "Sorry," Petalpaw mewed, but she could hardly understand what she was saying. "I'm just so excited! My assessment is tomorrow!"

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"Wake up!" "Huh? Firesto-" "Petalpaw, it's your assessment! Come on, eat and we'll go!" ''Assessment! I'm going to be a warrior! A warrior of RiverClan! And then I'll fight stinky ThunderClan for Sunningrocks!'' As Petalpaw reluctantly ate a fish, she daydreamed about her being a warrior. Attacking ThunderClan, yowling, "Sunningrocks are ours!", sleeping in the warriors' den... "Petalpaw!" Firestorm's mew jolted her out of her senses. He led her up to the river. "That's where I have to leave," Firestorm mewed. "But remember, I'll be watching you, even if you can't see me." "Okay," Petalpaw mewed back. For StarClan's sake, let's just begin my assessment! *** Petalpaw buried her fish. It had been her fourth one that day. I think that's enough. She was so tired! Petalpaw unburied her fish and was about to carry it back to camp when she felt sharp claws along her spine. "Let go of me!" she yowled. "Seriously, Icypaw, it's not funny!" "Oh, but it's not Icypaw," a sweet voice purred. Petalpaw felt teeth sink into her scruff, then felt lifted off the ground. She whirled around, using every battle move she'd ever learned, which wan't many, but for every trick she had, this cat had its own. Finally, after a short struggle, Petalpaw gave up. She was tired, especially after catching those fish, and she felt herself go limp under this cat's teeth. She heard Firestorm's voice yowling, "Petalpaw!" He yowled and yowled, but eventually, his yowls faded, and stopped. Petalpaw was trapped, in a place she didn't know, with cats she'd never met and no one to rescue her.