Ok, so this is an small thing were I'ma make an Fourm called FreshClan, and put challage's on it! So, yeah.

Challange 1

Turtleeye sat beside her Clanmate, her ginger-and-black split face tipped to the full moon. She felt exciment buzz threw her pelt, making her skin prickle with exciment. I'm finally warriors!

"Let the Gathering began!" Hollystar yowled, the ThunderClan leader sitting up on the large oak tree. "Barkstar, to began?"

An older brown tabby nodded, his graying muzzle pointing towards the gathered cats. "WindClan is fine, rabbits run wild and were getting plumper by the hour." He gave a raspy purr, "My daughter, Sweetoak, has finally been able to yearn her name, along with Roosterfang!"

Sweetoak? Turtleeye turned to see an small, lithe white tortie sitting in a crowd of WindClan cats. The she-cat's bright flame-orange eyes flickered from Barkstar, to Turtleeye.

Turtleeye quickly turned her head, feeling her eartips get hot. She looked up, her amber-and-yellow gaze flickering to Rockystar whom was now speaking.

Rockystar sat stright, his ears set forward as his tail neatly curled at his white paws. "RiverClan is well, fish is running threw the river and RiverClan has many new kits bouncing around the nursery." The gray tom purred his golden gaze shining. "My own grandkits are already learning how to swim!"

Hollystar gave Rockystar a glare. "Thats great..But, RiverClan has there own prey, do does WindClan. But ThunderClan is starving, we have no prey running swithly around our forest!" Hollystar's fur bristled, her ginger paw's swipping at the branch. "ThunderClan demands we have more hunting space, so we can also survive threw the early frost."

Rockystar's eyes widened, his claws digging into the oak's bark. "Thats not right!" He growled, his ears flatting. "RiverClan will not give you this demanded land."

Turtleeye gasped, her ears flatting. What is Hollystar doing? She felt her fur bristle, her head lowering as cats started yowling, mumbling something about "Squirrel-brained BlunderClan cats!" She growled, her gaze flickering to an nearby tom whom said this.

"Its not "BlunderClan!" Turtleeye spat, her ears flatting. "Its called, ThunderClan!" She bared her teeth, anger flareing threw her.

The tom-Sparrowtail-spun around his teeth bared angerly. "So what? Your all becoming squirrel-brained every second!" Sparrowtail shook his long, flame-colored coat. "First, that kittypet lead your Clan. Than, a murder's son! Than, the crazy ginger she-cat and now, the insane molly who's as pricklely as her name!"

Turtleeye narrowed her eyes, her head tilting down. "T-that." She felt her shoulders drop, her ears folding back.

There was a swith movement of wind beside her, then she blinked as a white tortie was standing beside her. "Sparrowtail! How rude are you? She didn't do anything, just because shes ThunderClan."

The split ginger-and-black molly gasped, backing up. Sweetoak was standing between her and Sparrowtail, her fur bristled, ears folden back. "S-Sweetoak?"

The tortie molly turned back, cocking her head with an floppy grin. "Hi, sweetheart!" The tortie turned back to Sparrowtail, shaking her head. "Just leave, Sparrowtail."

The RiverClan tom hissed, but sighed before walking away with Meadowreed beside him.

Turtleeye swallowed, she felt her face burning. "U-uh." She sighed, why couldn't she talk to the WindClan molly? She always was caught up in Sweetoak, when they were apprentices. Yet-she knew that Sweetoak was just an good friend, nothing more. Anyways, the Clan bounderys keeps us apart anyhow!

Sweetoak sat down, her orange gaze bright, and flaring up with the blaze that caught Turtleeye's eye so long ago. "Hows life in ThunderClan?"

Turtleeye gave a half-hearted shrug, "Not that good, but I got my warrior name!" She smiled, looking up at the argruing leaders. "Its Turtleeye, after my mentor-Salmoneye."

Sweetoak's eyes clouded with grief. "Salmomeye always did act like you father, taking care of you and Mistypaw."

The split-coated molly sighed. Closing her eyes as she remembered her sister, Mistypaw. The blue-gray molly was always quiet, her moods swinging from happy to sad, to anger to sudden muteness. Than, one day she had walked into the ThunderPath..and it was all over. Some say that Mistypaw went there for herself, so that StarClan could take her unhappy soul to rest. Yet, Turtleeye saw the flash of terrior on Mistypaw's face when the monster came, but..

Turtleeye was jurked out her thoughts as Sweetoak placed her tail onto her shoulder, leaning forward. "You alright, surgar?"

Turtleeye nodded, giving an small smile. "Yeah, I think the Gathering is over.." She gave Sweetoak an longing glance, she wished their times together were longer!

Sweetoak nodded, Turtleeye noticed the tortied sighed, leaning back onto her hind paws. Than, her eyes lit up, a smile creeping onto her muzzle. "Why'd not meet up here?" She asked, cocking her head at Turtleeye.

What? Stunned, she blinked. "U-uh sure?" Turtleeye stumbled on words, her mind racing. For a moment, a small voice yelled at her, resiting the Warrior Code in her mind, over and over about meeting with cats outside the Clan. Yet, she smiled, feeling a burst of warm spread threw her. "Ok, when?"

The torite got to her paws, smiling. "In two nights, right here." She meowed, her tail flicking at Turtleeye's ears. "Bye!"

Turtleeye watched the molly leave, running to meet up with her father. She smiled, closing her eyes as she looked into the full moon. Please, StarClan don't punish us! Mistypaw

"Coming?" Longwhisker stopped beside his kit, his gaze narrowing. "What were you and that rabbit-chaser talking about?"

Turtleeye growled, Longwhisker had disowned her and Mistypaw when their mother died from blood loss. He always hated them, attacking their progress in the Clan down with snarls, and bad remarks. The worst part was, he was Hollystar's new mate, so it made it even harder for her to pass into having her warrior name. "Nothing!" Turtleeye hissed, she stalked away her head lowered. Yet, she gave a longing look out into the WindClan grasslands..

...Chanllange 1...

Turtleeye started walking towards the Gathering spot. Her eyes lit up as she saw the lone tortie, sitting with fresh-kill at her paws. Turtleeye and Sweetoak had met up over the past season, both earning high spots in their Clans. Turtleye even became deputy the past moon, with Longwhisker dead she had even earned more respect without the tabby tom yowling at her.

Sweetoak purred, "Well, nice to see you again." Her tail swept to the rabbit at her paws. "Want to share?"

Turtleeye nodded, sitting down beside Sweetoak. "Isn't this WindClan prey?" She mumbled, swallowing as she looked at Sweetoak.

The molly gave a shrug. "It was at the border of here and WindClan, so baseicly no." She replied calmly, "Why? Afraid that you'll get in trouble with WindClan?"

Turtleeye shrugged, cocking her head as she thought. "No," She replied, ", just thought your Clan might need this prey, its leafbare you know."

Sweetoak smiled, "I know, I mean-look at all this snow!" The torie got up, jumping into the closest pile of white fluff. Her head popped up, "Com'on, lighten up a bit!"

Turtleeye sighed, shaking her head. But, she couldn't help but smile at Sweetoak's childness. "Whatever, your still acting like an apprentice!"

The WindClan molly just smiled, leaping out the snowpile. She shook off the white smashed-ice. "An apprentice? Well, I think a season of being a warrior is over being an apprentice!" Sweetoak meowed, her orange gaze flickering to the great oak. "One day, well both be up there." She muttered wishfully, her gaze never leaving the gigant oak.

Turtleeye nodded, twisting to see the oak. It loomed over the island, leaving the place shadowed expect for the half-moon shining down. "But, Barkstar is older now, and..well your not deputy yet."

Sweetoak shrugged, "You know, Barkstar told me that he gave me the name "-oak" for this great oak?" She mewed, looking at Turtleeye. "He said, "One day, my daughter. You'll stand up there, and see the StarClan warriors weave into the live Clans on the full moon.""

StarClan..Turtleeye looked up, her gaze narrowing at the sudden brightness. "StarClan.." Suddenly, she gasped. "Wait-did any of your medicine cats see you leave?"

Sweetoak seemed to have snapped out of a daze, looking suddenly surprise. "I-I don't think so, you think that.."

Turtleeye shifted on the grass, her heart caught into her throat. We've left every half-moon! Panick suddenly started to kick in, What if any of our medicine cats seen us?

"Turteeye wa-" Sweetoak's crie was cut short, as a short misth gray tom leaped out. "Stoneriver, please-"

The WindClan tom spat, his ears flatting. "Sweetoak, your father will hear about this." Stoneriver meowed, his sharp icey gaze turning to Turtleeye. "As for the ThunderClan cat."

Turtleeye had gotten to her paws, now she stood. Ready to fight, unsheathing her claws she bared her teeth. "Your a medicine cat, I'm a deputy." Turtleeye meowed, "Do you really think you got enough warrior training at all to hurt me?"

Stoneriver shrugged, the tom was short, but powerful muscle could be seen on the WindClan cat. "I trained under Barkstar's mentoring for a whole warrior's training. Than, after Tulipshine was getting older I took up being medicine cat." Stoneriver hissed, curcling around Turtleeye and Sweetoak. "I have more battle training than some puny ThunderClan molly."

Turtleeye leaped, her claws took hold to Stoneriver's side. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, as the tom wipped around to slash her side. The molly stumbled, pain flared from the long gash, scarlet blood steadily dripped onto the grassy floor.

"Turtleeye!" Sweetoak looked horrified, her orange eyes glittering as she looked back from her Clanmate, to her mate. "Stoneriver, please leave her alone!"

The gray tom lashed his tail, his own shoulder bled. "You know the rule, the code." He meowed, for once looking at Sweetoak. "Are you really that sick, you can't think stright?"

Sweetoak hissed, her orange gaze suddenly wide. "Stoneriver! S-"

Turtleeye turned to Sweetoak, her eyes wide. "Y-your sick?" She blinked, nuzzling Sweetoak's cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?"

The tortie swallowed, sighing with raw grief burning in her eyes. "I didn't want to worrie you, Stoneriver. Please.." Sweetoak turned back to the tom, her gaze pleading.

Turtleeye sighed, than an idea popped into her head. What if I joined WindClan? Than.. "Sweetoak! I-I can join WindClan, than-"

Stoneriver spat, "WindClan doesn't take ThunderClan cats in." The gray tom crouched down, his eyes narrowing. "And, I'll make sure you arn't gonna join."

"Wha-" Turtleeye screeched as Stoneriver leaped, his claws digging into her shoulders. He bared his teeth, lunging for her throat.

The split-colored deputy gasped, her eyes rolling into her head as blood dripped from her throat. She stumbled back, gapping as she fell her paws falling from under her.

Sweetoak raced to her side, falling to her knees. Tears fell from the tortie's eyes, dropping onto Turtleeye's coat. "No! No, w-we can patch you up..Stoneriver do something!" Sweetoak cried out, shaking as the tom turned around walking off into the bushes.

Turtleeye's gaze blurred, blood tinged onto her toungue as the scarlet drops dripped out her mouth. "Swe-" Turtleeye blinked, a shineing glow started coming from around her and Sweetoak. Than, everything went bright, and the Gathering place disappered into a world full of stars.