A prologue. In Eaglepaw's POV. I haven't written in a while. Review, if you can :)

I was just an apprentice. I was barely an apprentice. It was just last moon that Maplestar had made me one. I was really supposed to become an apprentice only now, but ThunderClan had held my ceremony early. Or, at least, that was what my Clanmates had said. I've wanted to leave the nursery, ever since an apprentice first entered it with freshkill. Nightpaw, now Nightfur, made me feel slightly jealous.

Besides, if they disagreed with their leader, they did not put it into words. Maplestar was strict, powerful, proud. I was her own grandson, so of course she liked me. Not every leader obeyed the warrior code completely. Some felt, that it was too old, to be as effective as it used to be.

My mentor was Graystorm. I've only just met him, when I began training. Kits were still not allowed out of the camp, and Graystorm spent much of his time on patrol. But I already admired him. He was so strong, so smart, so valuable to his Clan. Maybe I would grow up to be like that, so tough and respected.

He already taught me a few techniques, useful for life out in the forest. One of the first was how to hunt. I've tried catching a few butterflies in the camp before. I usually missed, and they usually flew away. The older apprentices would laugh at me. But I knew they must have once been kits too.

Now, with Graystorm's help, I felt less embarrassed. I caught a mouse on my first day. If I kept myself hidden and didn't make noise, I wouldn't be noticed. I would be able to catch prey, which would be brought back to the Clan. The Clan would be proud of me, even those cranky elders. Warriors would protect me, until I was old enough to finish my training. I felt safe in my Clan.

Next was battle training. ShadowClan was acting hostile. Prey was usually plentiful in greenleaf, but they kept stealing it. From our territory, and only ours...For some reason. Well, who else could it be? The warriors thought ShadowClan was just looking for trouble. If this continued for much longer, ThunderClan would attack. We should teach those thieves a lesson, sure. Therefore, all apprentices needed to learn basic battle moves.

Graystorm was a fast teacher, or maybe he just thought I was a quick learner. Since a battle was most likely coming up, I mastered all of the skills Maplestar decided were necessary. And a moon hasn't passed yet. Maplestar would talk to the ShadowClan leader, at the next Gathering. But still, would Owlstar wait?

I liked climbing trees. I could almost get to the top of one, since I was small for a cat and weighed little. If in danger, I could attack enemy warriors from the trees. You know, give them a little surprise? Just, it would take a lot of time to get down.

One day, I left the camp without my mentor. Well, I didn't think I was wanted for the dawn patrol. I haven't checked with the warriors, didn't want to wake them up. Not Blizzardclaw either, the deputy didn't like me as much as Maplestar did. Whenever I came to ask him something, Blizzardclaw would find a way to get rid of me.

Some rogue was just sitting there. In the middle of the forest. Licking his lips after the tasty meal of a young rabbit. How early. It would've been delicious if my Clan could have it.

Oh, how much I was taught to hate rogues. I thought I was normal for disliking them. Perhaps the Clan cats are right to hate them. I didn't think it would, but what I did next totally changed my life. Things took a turn for the worse.