By Bloodstar18 Book 1 in the Lovely Death series
The peaceful dove will come and kill the power hungry hawk
Dovekit, is ready to become an Apprentice in Courageclan mets a black tom on the border with Powerclan who says he is Hawkpaw, but what happens when she falls for him?
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"Stop squriming Dovekit, I need to finish gromming you before Ruststar calls your Apprentice ceremony"
"Fine, but it's almost time so hurry!"
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join beneath the Highledge for a clan metting."
"See, what did I say."
"Oh, just get out there." Shellfern told her gray and white daughter.
As Dovekit, her sister Snowkit, and her brothers Talonkit and Whitekit walk over to their leader, he started:
"Dovekit, Snowkit, Whitekit, and Talonkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day, until you receive your Warrior name, you will be known as Snowpaw, Whitepaw, Talonpaw, and Dovepaw. I ask Starclan to watch over you and guide you until you find in you paws the strength and courage of a Warrior."
"Grayear, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received great training form me, and you have show yourself to be fierce and brave. You will be the mentor of Talonpaw.The same goes for you Mossclaw you will mentor Snowpaw, I myself shall mentor Whitepaw, and you, Dovepaw will be mentored by Firestorm.
Now the Apprentices touched noses withtheir new mentors, and when to do their new duities.
Dovepaw was stalking a mouse nibbling on a seed, when it heard smoething crashing through the forest.
"I thought I heard smothing over near the border. I'll go and check it out."
"Okay, but hurry back and if theres a Powerclan cat call me."
And then a handsome moltted brown tom ran through some ferns and stoped right at the border.
Hawkpaw saw the prettiest she-cat he had ever seen.
"Well, what are you looking at?" She said snapishly.
"Fisty, thats how I like 'em." He flirted.
"Oh shut up fur-ball."
"No need to be hostile." Said Treefrost.
I wish Firestrom wasn't sick. "Yes sir." She said.