Hey, Fictioners! This is everyone's favorite author back to you with a new Warriors story! This story will be based on the Warriors game I play with a few friends out in the courtyard. If you guys are reading this, I love you all! Anyways, this story will start off with Mistyfoot having a kit, Willowkit, and then flash-forwarding to her having another kit, Angelkit, and then she'll sadly die. But please enjoy as we see how it goes through the generations of Warriors.

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Mistyfoot licked the huge tom's rumpled fur. She was still exhausted from the previous events, but all she focused on was her handsome kit.

"You did great," Jasminebloom complimented.

Mistyfoot smiled. "Thank you, Jasminebloom. Will you go get Scarstar so that he can make the announcement?" Mistyfoot asked.

"Yes, Mistyfoot," Jasminebloom said and ducked out of the medicine den.

The breeze floated through the entrance of the medicine den and swirled around inside. Mistyfoot sighed happily and nuzzled her kit.

"Willowkit," Mistyfoot meowed. Then, she fell into a deep sleep.

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"One more big push, Mistyfoot!" Jasminebloom encouraged her good friend.

Mistyfoot pushed and the mewling of a kit filled the medicine den. She went limp, exhausted.

"A she-cat! Oh, Mistyfoot, she's absolutely gorgeous." Jasminebloom said and set the wailing kit down next to Mistyfoot.

The kit was completely white with a pink nose. She opened her eyes and Mistyfoot saw that they were beautiful and blue. Was it just Mistyfoot, or did this time seem a lot… harder?

Her sweet Willowkit of five moons padded over, his dark brown stripes gleaming on his lighter chestnut fur. "Mother, she's so precious." He purred.

Mistyfoot smiled weakly. Then white spots began to swim in her vision. Aches started to overcome her body.

"Mother?" Willowkit asked, scared.

The last thing Mistyfoot saw was her two beautiful kits together. "Angel," She whispered.

And then she died.

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Willowkit stepped up on Highrock. Scarstar looked down at him. He looked back with pride and respect in his eyes.

A loud cheering tore his gaze from Scarstar to the audience. There was Angelkit, cheering as loud as she could for her older brother. Of course since she was only a moon old, Jasminebloom stood close by, guarding Angelkit with all the ferocity that his mother would have.

"Willowkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Willowpaw. Your mentor will be Moonflower. I hope Moonflower will pass down all she knows to you." Scarstar announced.

Moonflower stepped onto the Highrock. "Moonflower, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Mistyfoot and you have shown yourself to be courageous and caring. You will be the mentor of Willowpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to him." Scarstar continued.

Moonflower and Willowpaw gently touched noses.

"Willowpaw! Willowpaw!" The Clan shouted, Angelkit's high-pitched squeal louder than any other voice.

"I will wake you in the apprentice's den when I am ready for you." Moonflower informed him. She then licked his cheek and walked off.

"Willowkit! Willowkit!" Angelkit mewed as he walked off of Highrock.

"Willowpaw." Willowpaw corrected his sister.

"Willowpaw! Willowpaw! I changed your moss in the nursery!" Angelkit exclaimed.

"Uh, Angelkit… I sleep in the apprentice's den now." Willowpaw said. Angelkit looked crest-fallen.

"But I'm sure I could stop in and talk to you." Willowpaw added.

Angelkit smiled and nuzzled into his chest. Willowpaw licked his sister's fur and they both purred loudly.

"I hope I'm as good an apprentice as you." Angelkit said.

"No, you'll be better." Willowpaw said.

"I don't think so."

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Willowpaw closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of the forest. The tree leaves rustled. The wind whistled. And there was a faint scrabbling noise.

He opened his eyes and searched for the source of the sound. He saw a flash of brown and pounced. The vole was dead instantly.

"Very good, young one," Moonflower observed. Willowpaw shone with pride.

"You may catch two more fresh-kill and then go back to camp." She ordered.

Willowpaw looked at his paws. He didn't want to ask too much of his mentor, but he really wanted to get a chance to try out some new techniques.

Moonflower smiled. "Have patience, young one. One day you will bring down the entire forest. Patience is the way of the warrior." She said insightfully.

Willowpaw nodded. "Yes. Thank you, Moonflower." He said and began to stalk for some more prey.

He managed to catch a fat rabbit and a mouse before he went back to camp.

Angelkit was waiting patiently when he arrived. "Willowpaw, you're here!" She exclaimed.

Willowpaw smiled. "Yeah, and I got you a rabbit."

Angelkit meowed happily. "Thank you so much! I love rabbits."

"I know, silly, that's exactly why I got you one." Willowpaw said and nuzzled his sister.

Angelkit began to eat her rabbit, chewing noisily. Soon, it was sundown.

"I have to go to the nursery. Beautykit and I set up our moss next to each other and now we talk before bed." Angelkit mewed.

"Okay, Angelkit. I have to go too. My spot in the apprentice den can't be vacant for too long!" Willowpaw said.

Angelkit looked down sadly. "We miss you in the nursery." She meowed quietly.

Willowpaw nuzzled his sister. "I miss you too. But we'll be together in the warrior den within a year, I promise." He said.

Angelkit licked her brother's shoulder and leaped off to the nursery.

Willowpaw sighed. He wouldn't give up his sister for all the prey in the forest, or the power in StarClan.