Ever since the Great Battle, life was tough in ThunderClan. WindClan, ShadowClan, and RiverClan were also having troubles, but not as deeply as ThunderClan. No kits had been born for moons, and the prey wasn't running as well as before. The youngest kit in all the Clan was already almost six moons old, and soon would receive her apprentice name.
Deerkit was excited, and the elders were too. There hadn't been apprentices for ever so long and their pelts were once again swarming with ticks. Deerkit's brown, speckled fur shivered with excitement, and yet her beautiful black eyes showed a hint of anxiety. Deerkit didn't want to fight. She didn't want to learn to, either. But Dockchest, the Clan's medicine cat, already had an apprentice, Robinpaw, and the Clan needed more warriors.
Deerkit grumbled quietly as she brought herself to her paws. The sunlight showed through the entrance of the nursery. Deerkit slowly made her way out of the tunnel, purring as the sun hit her pelt. "Where are you going, Deerkit?" Asked Foxfoot, Deerkit's mother.
"Just to the fresh kill-pile, I'm hungry." Deerkit replied. Why does she worry so much? I'm barely even a kit anymore!
"Take something small, dear. You know Whiskerstar needs as much food as possible. He's down to his last life."
"I know, mom." I just think that Specklewing would make a better Clan leader. Deerkit said to herself. Whiskerstar has been acting up lately, and freaking out at nothing.
Deerkit clambered out of the nursery and took a small vole from the fresh-kill pile. She noticed that her father; Breezestorm, Whiskerstar and the Clan deputy; Specklewing, were whispering urgently to each other.
"What are we going to do?" Meowed Specklewing, an urgent tone in his voice. "Deerkit doesn't want to be a warrior, but we need her to be one."
"No matter what, the only way you are going to force my daughter into doing something she doesn't want, is over my dead body." Hissed Breezestorm. He dearly loved his daughter, but everyone knew that WindClan needed more warriors.
"Well, Dockchest already has an apprentice. He can't have another-"
"There's nothing in the Warrior Code about not being allowed to have to medicine cat apprentices!" Breezestorm interrupted. "Why don't we just ask Dockchest if he can handle another?"
"Breezestorm is right, Whiskerstar." Specklewing urged. "There is nothing about it. And I'm sure that another medicine cat apprentice would be just as useful as a warrior apprentice." Whiskerstar nodded. Dockchest better let my daughter be a medicine cat apprentice, or he's going to regret those last words.