Hello everyone! This story is going to be one that I will work very hard on, so stay tuned! It turns out to be a sad story at the end, even organizing the plotline made me want to cry :P

R&R!

WildClaw shouldered his way out of the warriors' den, and took a plump mouse from the fresh-kill pile. He gazed around camp. This was his home now. WildClan had taken him in when he was a starving loner, and the clan still accepted him despite his past.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the Great Willow!"

Wildclaw choked the rest of his vole down and sat under the willow tree. He gazed up at Windstar.

"Green-leaf has brought us good hunting and such, but we all know that during Leaf-fall and Leaf-bare some clans starve. That is why we are lucky to have new apprentices, who will train to become warriors and fight, hunt, maybe die for their clan. Spottedkit and Firekit, please step forward."

Wildclaw watched the kits scamper eagerly towards Windstar, halting at her paws. Spottedkit held her head high, and Firekit's eyes seemed to, oddly, change colour from gold to red and Firekit looked annoyed at all the faces staring up at him. Firekit was a brave kit, but had an extremely short temper. And no help with that, he was already on his way to be one of the greatest fighters in the clan. One paw in the wrong place, he could probably leave you with some wounds to remember.

Dazed out of his thoughts, Windstar was halfway done the ceremony. "Hazelfeather, you're ready for an apprentice, you shall mentor Spottedpaw. You are a courageous clanmate, and I hope you pass down all you know to yound Spottedpaw. Ivyfire, you're also ready for an apprentice. You will mentor Firepaw. The clan honors your intelligence and bravery, and we hope that you will pass down those traits to Firepaw."

Windstar bounded down from the Great Willow as the clan cheered on the new apprentices, signalling that the meeting was over. Wildclaw heard a faint sigh from beside him to see Lionkit with a sad expression on his face. The kit looked up at Wildclaw. "When will it be my turn?" he asked.

"Soon, trust me." Wildclaw purred. Lionkit sighed again, but went over to congradulate Spottedpaw on her apprenticeship.

Wildclaw glanced to Firepaw, who was hollering at his mentor. "I don't need a mentor! I can teach myself!" he hissed. Windstar popped her head out of her den and padded towards Firepaw. "Firepaw, you may not like it, but Iveyfire is your mentor and you must do as she says. It's part of becoming a warrior."

Firepaw hissed at Windstar and Spottedpaw said to Firepaw, "Firepaw, having a mentor won't be that bad you just-"

Firepaw launched himself at Spottedpaw, pinning her down. "Don't tell me what to do, alright!"

Spottedpaw writhed and squirmed, kicking Firepaw with her hind legs. She struggled free and leaped onto Firepaw's back, scoring her claws along his back as he winced in pain. He shook her off and hissed, his back arched in a menacing stance. She hissed back, her small, slender figure not letting off quite the "scary" effect.

She bolted forward, headbutting him, but Firepaw only staggered back and sprang back into battle. He pounced onto her back, his claws holding a firm grip as his teeth were beared into a familiar bite. Windstar batted at Spottedpaw, trying to get her out from under him. The clan cats were in shock, staggering backwards at the battle.

Wildclaw scrreched at Firepaw. "NO!"

But it was too late. Firepaw hurled his jaw down to the side of Spottedkit's neck and blood poured from the wound. Wildclaw was in shock. Firepaw was practically a kit! He had tiger-like fangs that stuck out of his mouth a bit, and sharp claws that could puncture a cat's skin with just a bit of effort. He was obviously a descendant from TigerClan.

Firepaw jumped off, licking the blood from the side of his jaw. Spottedpaw lay in a puddle of blood; one that was growing by the heartbeat. Dewpaw, the medicine apprentice, pushed her way through the crowd. Gingerpool, the medicine cat, arrived with cobwebs and such. Wildclaw watched them work. All the cats' eyes were wide, they all knew that nothing could be done for poor Spottedpaw. A killing bite like that could not be fixed with herbs. Spottedpaw was in the paws of StarClan now.

All was silent as Dewpaw and Gingerpool stepped away from the body, heads hung low. The only sounds that could be heard were of the forest; birds chirping, trees and grass being blown around in the soft wind. The sky stayed bright, no clouds, no storms. Like StarClan didn't mind that an apprentice, merely a kit really, had just died in battle with another clanmate.

The silence was broken as Fawnstep, Spottedpaw's mother, launched herself at Firepaw. She hissed into his face, "How could you! You mongrel!"

Wildstar and Blackhawk pulled Fawnstep off of Firepaw, and Firepaw's eyes flickered, changing colour from red to gold. He looked scared and frantic. Wildclaw sighed sadly. Spottedpaw would be missed.

He settled down by Spottedpaw's body, sitting vigil for her death. Fawnstep was crying into her fur, muttering her last words. He picked up a few words; "...Wish...StarClan...Life..."

As Fawnstep parted from her daughter, sniffling, her eyes grew wide as Spottedpaw panted, her eyes shooting open. Her wounds were outlined with light, and stars were glowing brightly in her fur. The wounds closed and healed quickly. Spottedpaw staggered to her feet, panting still. she looked around as the cloan cheered in happiness and thanks StarClan for giving the apprentice her life back. StarClan had given this apprentice's life back; it had to be for a reason.

Flamepaw, another apprentice, growled at Firepaw. Firepaw snarled at him, his eyes changing colour again, gold to red. Flamepaw hissed, "You never fight another clanmate!"

Firepaw leaped, pinning him down, despite his smaller size. "Don't tell me what to do!"

Flamepaw batted him with his hind legs until Firepaw let go, and he ran off into the forest. Wildstar got up and pelted after him, and finally the clan stirred out of the shock. They went back to their dens knowing that Wildstar would handle it. Wildclaw sat up and shook his pelt, sending bits of dirt flying. "Hey! Watch it!"

Wildclaw looked to his right to see Twistedeclipse glaring at him. "Look at how you've ruffled my pelt!"

Wildclaw rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." he stretched, letting a small gust of wind blow through his sleek black fur. "Up for a hunt?" he asked her, smiling. Wildclaw and Twistedeclipse had a history, they'd grown up together. From troublesome apprentices to hard-working warriors. she had accepted him the most when he was first brought into the clan. And yes, you could say that Wildclaw "had a thing" for Twistedeclipse.

Twistedeclipse smiled back. "Sure."