This is for the Memories of Time challenge on the warriors challenge forum. I hope it's not confusing, and I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own warriors.

I had just emerged from the elders den, and sat listening to the younger cats gossiping. My life in RiverClan had been great, I remember my past days like they were yesterday. I even loved talking to the kits, and telling them stories. Speaking of kits, they would be here soon, they wanted me to tell them what it was like when I was a warrior. Then about that time, I saw three kits, a black tom, a gray and white she-kit, and a white tom running towards me, with their tails held high.

"Will you tell us now?" The black kit begged, his green eyes pleading.

I laughed, then nodded, signaling with my tail for them to gather round. When they were all three gathered, I began. "Well, kits...it started like this..."

Oakstar had just called a clan meeting. "And the new deputy will be Shredears!"

I perked my ears. Me? I thought to myself as I shakenly got to my paws. Then I glanced around seeing that all eyes were on me. "I...I will serve the clan as best as I can." I stuttered.

But being a deputy was harder than it looked. I had trouble sorting out patrols and hunting parties, but then it got easier.

I laughed at the memory.

Then the gray and white kit spoke up. "What about when you were a warrior before you became deputy?" Her green eyes were wide with curiousity.

I nodded. "Okay then."

I waiting in the middle of the clearing, my fur prickled in excitement. I was going to be a warrior today! I thought happily.

Oakstar glanced at me, then spoke up loud enough for the whole clan to hear. "Shredpaw, you have earned your warrior name today."

I bounced excitedly.

"Do you promise to up hold the warrior code and protect this clan with your life?"

"I do!" I called excitedly.

"Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Shredpaw from this moment on you will be known as Shredears."

Shredears. I thought to myself as he rested his chin on my head, I gave him a lick on the shoulder in return, then backed up to stand with the other warriors.

The other warriors chanted my new name, but I wasn't listening. I sighed, then went to do my silent vigil in which all warriors do.

I paused from my story taking a quick breath.

"What happened next?" The white tom spoke up.

I sighed, staring at the kits. "Well, vigils are boring, so lets skip a couple of moons."

I had just come back from hunting, dropping a voie on the pile.

"Oh, look. The new warrior brought a vole to the pile." I heard somebody sneer behind me, but I didn't turn around, cause I knew who it was. Breezewillow. I sighed, as I left my vole on the pile and slipped into the warriors den. I had matured alot from when I was an apprentice. I glanced at my paws. Not all the clan members liked me, but I payed them no mind.

"Kits! Bedtime!" Came the queen's voice.

"Aww!" All three kits whined at the same time, I watched them stalk away.

I closed my eyes for a moment, thinking back to when I was a warrior, so full of life, liked hunting and protecting my clan. I sighed.

I walked to the lake and sat down, glancing into the water, looking for a silvery fish. When I saw one, I picked up my paw, watching the fish closely then I dabbed my paw into the lake, and hooked out the fish, jerking it to where I was then I gave it a killing bite.I picked it up, then trotted back to camp.

The memories was like sweet honey to my tongue as I thought of them. Some put a smile to my face, others brought tears to my eyes. I shook my head to clear it, then glanced around camp. I thought back to the day both of my parents were killed in a battle against ShadowClan. When that happened, I wanted to just yowl to StarClan, I wanted to go across the border and kill the cats that killed them.

"NO!" I screamed as I watched in horror, as a black tom clawed fiercly at my mother's throat. I clawed the she-cat that was pinning me down. I needed to help my mother! Then I glanced across the clearing, my father was being attacked by two cats. I kicked the she-cat that was pinning me down. She staggered backwards, then I took the chance and leapt on her. Knowing that both of my parents needed help, I clawed the she-cat's side, then gave her a blow to the head. While she was dazed, I hurried over and knocked the tom away from my mom. Then clawed at him feircely, but I knew that my mom was already dead, and my father would proble die too. I knocked the tom away from me. The battle went on for several heartbeats later, and the outcome was my parents had both been killed, slain in our own camp. I stayed with them the whole night when they were both moved to the middle of the clearing.

I shook my head, that was one memory I wanted to forget. I sighed to myself. With the three kits gone, I had no one to talk to. The other elders all died of old age, except me. Who would even talk to an old cat like me? I descided to think of a happier moment. The day I was apprenticed.

"Shredpaw! Shredpaw!"

I was now a RiverClan apprentice, my mentor was Bluefeather. I quickly touched noses with him.

"Get to know your denmates, we'll start training in the morning." He then walked away.

The other apprentices bounded over to me. "Yay! You can train with us now!" They all said excitedly.

I jumped with excitedment.

"Come, we have a nest for you." Willowpaw, a pretty tortishell she-cat, said, hurrying off towards the apprentices den.

I ran after her, when we got to the apprentices den, I noticed a new nest in there. So I hurried over and layed down in it. Life was perfect right now!

I was almost alseep, I knew it was almost time for me to join StarClan, but I had a few memories left to think about.

Two moons had passed since I became an apprentice. Bluefeather would work me harder than the other apprentices worked. I didn't understand that. I sighed, as I followed my mentor back in camp. "I don't like the way you train me!" I suddenly snapped.

He turned around to face me. "Shredpaw, that's not the way you talk to warriors!" He hissed. "Go and tend to the elders!"

I sighed, then trotted off towards the elders den, with my head down and tail dragging the ground. There was more I wanted to tell Bluefeather, but the words were left unsaid.

My breathing was getting more shallow, as I struggled for breath. Today will by the day I die, but first, I want to remember my kithood before I join StarClan.

"Shredkit!" I heard my mother, Streamclaw, call my name. I glanced up from where I was. "There you are!" She licked my head.

I was the only kit in my litter, so my parents got to spend more time with me, especially Streamclaw, while my father Pebbletail was sorting out patrols and hunting parties. I purred as Streamclaw licked my head again. "I'm fine, mother." I purred. "I'll always be fine, so you don't have to keep fussing over me."

She licked my cheek. "I know. You're my brave little warrior."

I sighed, as my breathing stilled forever. I heard murmors around me, but I don't know what they were saying.

I flicked my ear as I heard a noise. I glanced around. A butterfly was fluttering nearby. I smiled to myself, then crouched down.I crept towards it, then leapt, but the butterfly got away. I sighed, then continued glancing around. "Wonna play?" I asked the white kit who had just came out of the nursery.

Breezekit shrugged. "I guess so."

The two of us played until our mothers called us into the nursery.

I opened my eyes. I was in a clearing in a beautiful place.

"Welcome home, Shredears." I heard my parents voices. When I saw them, I hurried over to where they were, and nuzzled against them.

"I've missed you both." I whispered.

"We've missed you too, son."

I hope you all liked my one-shot.