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Chapter 1
Hello there! Might I ask what you are doing on RiverClan Territory? I'm Silverbrook, Reedstar's former apprentice and current deputy. Who is Reedstar? He is Mistystar's son, and just became leader, since she died in the battle with the Dark Forest. I will never forgive Hawkfrost for that.
Anyhow, I"m just patroling our boarder. This is my least favourite part. Greenleaf Twolegplace! Twolegs come here every greenleaf. They run and jump into the water, and scare away all the prey. And they swim so noisily.
What? You have never heard the RiverClan likes to swim? Where have you been recently? Under a rock for the past 18,000 moons? Oh, you are new here. I forgot. Anyway, we LOVE swimming! The kits learn how to almost as soon they learn to walk. Apparently, in the old forest, the nursery was right beside the stream.
There's my apprentice, Brookpaw! I see that is a very big fish you have there. No, you are not going to eat it by yourself. You'll make yourself sick, then waste some of Snowdapple's herbs! Mousebrain! It's almost as big as you are! Give to the elders. Dapplenose and Pouncetail would enjoy it. Blackclaw would too. Now go back to camp!
- sighs* Apprentices. They can be as obedient as they should, or they could be very stubborn. What's that? Why do we waste time with young cats? It's not time wasting, as far as I know. We train them to become warriors, and the loyal ones stay and defend the Clan. Once in a while, a Clan gets a disloyal warrior. They simply leave to become a rogue, loner, kittypet, or to join another Clan.
Yes, well, here we are, approaching the WindClan boarder. What the heck is Onestar doing there? Why by himself? Hmmm...he is one of the oldest leaders. At least he isn't as weird as Blackstar is. He fought for the Dark Forest.
Hello Onestar! How are you? What is wrong with him? He looks pretty angry. Get help! Please! He's attacking me! Owww...my throat...
Everything fades into a dizzying Blackness.
Chapter 2 - Silverbrook
(A/N: I know this will be switching to 1st person. Thanks, Maple)
I blinked open my eyes. A blue grey she-cat was waiting in front of me. "Mistystar?" I asked.
"It is time for you to go to StarClan," she whispered.
I wanted to wail like a kit. "But what about the rogue? What happened to me?"
"You will find out in StarClan," Mistystar murmed, giving me a small like over my ear.
"Who was that rogue?" I asked.
"Her name is Apple. She'll join RiverClan."
"How long does it take to get to StarClan?"
"Go easy on the questions, little one." Mistystar lead me up a gentle slope.
"It will take a sunrise."
"An entire sunrise?"
"Of course. What did you think it was, you get teleported there?"
I remembered she had some of Bluestar's temper. "No," I answered.
"Glad to here you aren't insane as some of the other cats in StarClan."
"Like who?"
"Badgerpaw acts like he's leader of StarClan. Then there's my mate, and Blackclaw, who are all perfectly insane."
"Who's Badgerpaw?"
"You'll find out."
"Blackclaw? Who's he?"
"You will also find out. Hush, now, you do not want to waste energy talking."
I fell in behind her, quietly.
Chapter 3 - Apple
(A/N: This is a partly kittypet-warrior story, except with some twists in it)
Foxdung. I lost my escort to RiverClan camp.
I don't want to be a spy. I want to see what Clan life is like. I hate living alone.
A black tom approached me. His eyes narrowed when he saw the silver she-cat's body.
"Did you do this?" he asked me.
"No," I answered. I didn't know how to kill cats before, and I didn't plan to, either.
"Who did then? I'm assuming you were there," the tom said.
"A large mottled tabby tom, who is called 'Onestar' from what I heard."
"I see. Do you know why?"
"No." I shook my head.
"Anyways, what brings you here? To RiverClan territory?"
"I was searching for the Clans."
"Why?"
I explained how I hate living alone.
"I see." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'll let you join."
I relaxed, seeing that I had earn his trust.
When we got to camp, the entire camp was panicking.
"Be quiet!" yowled the black tom. Everybody turned to look at him.
"Willowshine's dead!" yowled a white and ginger tom.
"Our medicine cat?" the black tom's eyes looked shocked. I felt sorry for him.
"How did she die?" I asked. I had to find out.
"Greencough," the ginger and white tom looked at me. "Who are you, anyway? Reedstar, why did you bring her back to camp?"
I began to lick my reddish brown fur in embarrassment. "I'm Apple," I said neverously.
"I brought her to camp because she doesn't want to live alone. Besides, she's an excellent fisher." Reedstar looked quizzingly at me.
I nodded. "I always catch fish," I said, which was the complete truth. "It was my main source of prey."
Reedstar relaxed. "See? She won't be useless."
"And I know how to swim."
Reedstar dipped his head.
"Anyway, your medicine cat, Willowshine, died of greencough. Was there any catmint around?"
"Her mentor had just died. She just got sick, and her grief weakened her. She didn't have enough strength to hike around the territory," murmed the ginger and white tom.
"Anyway, do you know any other herbs?" Reedstar asked.
"Well, the basic ones. Marigold for wounds, cobwebs for bleeding, feverfew for fevers, and catmint for greencough," I said.
Reedstar purred. "I think we found ourselves a medicine cat!"