"Promise me you will be alright?"

"Mother, you should learn not to fret. I am almost a warrior you know!"

"Mosspaw, you have been in training for only two moons, which does not make you even close to becoming a warrior!"

"Whatever, I need to go catch up with the patrol."

Goldenbreeze watched as her daughter whisked away from her and began to frisk towards the other apprentices, her tail and chin held high in pride, as if she was the best warrior in the Clan. Goldenbreeze had wished her daughter would understand that something horrible could happen to her, but the she-cat was too naïve to believe that she would be slain in battle.

"Momma, where's Mosspaw going?" Goldenbreeze was snapped out of her trance and she felt little claws bury themselves into her fur, while a little body tumbled about at her paws. It was her second litter of kits, Lionkit and Morningkit. Both of them were only one moon old and were so oblivious to the whole world right now, their eyes were wide in curiosity and such wonder that it reminded Goldenbreeze so much of Mosspaw.

"She is going to fight," Goldenbreeze cringed at the word fight, but her kits eyes nearly went larger in awe and Goldenbreeze could only imagine how many thoughts were racing through their tiny minds.

"I wish I was an apprentice, I could fight off every cat in every other Clan!" Lionkit batted the air with his small paws and an amused-filled purr rumbled in Morningkit's throat, yet Goldenbreeze merely let out a heavy sigh. She hoped that they would grow up slow; she couldn't bear to watch them disappear into a world of fighting and training. She couldn't bear the thought of one of them lying mangled on the forest floor. There bright eyes merely glazed and their pelts stained with blood.

"Yeah right, all you would do is crush them with your fat self!" Morningkit playfully growled and leaped at her brother, Goldenbreeze watched as the two small balls of fur tumble around with each other. Cuffing each other over the head and revealing their thorn-sharp teeth at each other.

Oh StarClan please, let Mosspaw be alright. Please…

"Darkclaw, this is your last chance of peace. We don't have to shed blood," Hawknose meowed calmly to the other tom and Mosspaw noticed the hatred that burned in Darkclaw's amber eyes as he stared at their deputy.

"No, this is worth fighting for," Darkclaw hissed bitterly and Mosspaw wanted to flinch away to avert the hostile eyes of the ShadowClan warriors, but she knew that it would only show that she was a coward and she certainly didn't want to make that kind of impression in front of them.

"Very well, ThunderClan, ATTACK!" Hawknose let out an ear-splitting battle cry and Mosspaw strayed back as her Clanmates surged forward, locking into battle with ShadowClan warriors. Mosspaw suddenly felt fear rise up inside of her, all of her built up courage quickly dwindling inside of her. Seeing the hostility burning in the ShadowClan warriors eyes seemed to have seeped down into her soul as some turned to lock gazes with her.

"What's a kit doing out here? Looking for your momma?" Mosspaw felt the hairs along her spine bristled upwards as she swiveled her head to meet the menacing gaze of Nightstripe, his amber eyes were sparkling with amusement as he stared down at her.

"I-I'm not a kit! I'm an apprentice!" Mosspaw tried to hide her trembling voice behind a growl, yet as her eyes traveled down to the tom's paws a shudder crawled up her spine upon seeing his long, curved claws twirl around in the green blades of grass.

"I will judge what you are!" The ShadowClan warrior lunged forward and before Mosspaw could react she felt him barrel into her, she immediately felt his claws run along her pelt and teeth connect to her skin. Pain rode up through her body and she held back a cry of agony.

Mosspaw was easily pinned to the ground by the larger cat and she felt his paws rest on her neck, ambition and bloodlust seemed to be glimmering in his cold amber eyes. Mosspaw struggled helplessly under his weight, afraid of what this crazy tom would do to her. She heard a bitter laugh bubble in Nightstripe's throat and she felt his claws dig into her throat, immense pain surged through her neck and she felt her heart pound in her chest. Her paws flailed above her as she desperately searched for fur and skin to latch her claws into. Yet, she only felt empty air between her toes.

"Calling yourself an apprentice, you make me laugh!" He curled his lips back to reveal his sharp, yellow teeth and Mosspaw felt panic wash over her as his claws buried deeper into her throat, she was gasping for air now. I can't die yet! I promised my mother that I would be alright!

For a split second Mosspaw felt the images of Goldenbreeze raced into her mind and she felt her heart ache, she never got to tell her that she loved her, she was just a selfish and arrogant cat too caught up in her own mess to see past her own nose! Mosspaw felt like crying out to Goldenbreeze, tell her she loves her and will be within her heart.

I'm so sorry, Goldenbreeze. I wish I could've done better, I wish I could have loved you more.

Mosspaw felt her eyelids slowly droop over her eyes and she felt Nightstripe's claws dig deeper into her throat, she didn't fight back though. It was no use anymore. She hated to admit defeat, but there seemed to be no hope left. She couldn't breathe and as she tried she only inhaled her blood into her lungs. Of course it hurt, but she felt it ever so slowly ease away. She felt as if her body was relaxing, like when she was about to go to sleep.

Goodbye Goldenbreeze, Lionkit, and Morningkit…

Finally, Mosspaw felt all of her pain ebb away and her aching muscles loosened, she felt herself become lighter. It felt like she was flying.

Mosspaw forced her heavy eyelids open and she found herself in a beautiful star-lit forest, the succulent scent of prey immediately hitting her nostrils. She knew exactly where she was and it made the pain in her heart to return.

She suddenly felt a tail run up her spine and she swiveled her head to meet the bright blue eyes of a massive tom, his brown tabby pelt was dotted with stars and Mosspaw felt herself gasp as she recognized who it was standing before her.

"Father?" She whispered in disbelief and a loud purr rumbled in the warrior's throat, he lowered his muzzle and Mosspaw felt his nose brush against her head.

He didn't greet her back though, he merely whispered in her ear with a meow that edged in pain,

"Welcome to StarClan my young warrior."