Author's note: First story, I think its good, maybe needs some work, but I'll never know until you review! :D
Chapter one
I brushed my way past the brown-colored bracken, down the ravine, into our well-protected camp. I flicked my ears softly, looking down, watching myself put each dark gray paw ahead of me. I groaned, wishing I could go faster then I already was. I was hunting by myself, when I tripped over a bramble. A mousedung bramble! I think I sprained my left forepaw, but I couldn't be sure. I'm not the medicine cat in this clan, Birdheart is. At least that's one thing I don't have to worry about. I have enough weight on my shoulders as it is.
My name is Graypaw, and I'm an Iceclan apprentice. Nothing to be proud of, huh? My mentor, who is training me to become a warrior, is Skyfur. Training alongside me is Streampaw, Honeypaw, and Mintpaw.
My denmates can be a pain sometimes, but they're really fun to hang out with once they don't make fun of you for being a moon younger. I envy them a lot. But that's just me.
I limped my way to the top of the camp entrance, looking around. Everything looked normal, so far. I saw Honeypaw teaching Creekkit how to dodge an enemy. Lionfang was with his mate, Snowblind, and next to them was the two she-cats, Raincloud and Fallenvoice, who were sharing a rabbit. I noticed Skyfur talking to Icestar, our clan leader, below the icerock. I wonder what they're meowing about. None of that mattered now; I need to go to the medicine cat den right away.
I slipped away from the entrance, hoping no one saw me sneak into the Birdheart's den.
"Hello, Graypaw," Birdheart meowed, not looking up from mixing herbs, "What can I do for you?"
I padded up painfully and sat next to her. "I think I sprained my forepaw. Can you look at it please?" I blinked my aqua eyes at her. She had long, ginger fur, and pretty green eyes. She was a full medicine cat, Bluestone, her mentor, died a couple moons ago. Birdheart is a great medicine cat though, one that I would want for my clan. I'm glad we have her.
"Of course, let me have a look!" She smiled at me and examined my paw. "Yes, that's definitely a sprain. We should just wrap it in comfrey so that It'll stay in place, and be sure to stay off of it, alright Graypaw?"
"Alright, thanks Birdheart," I replied, watching her apply leaves around my sprained paw.
"There we go," She meowed as she finished, "Good as new! Be sure to tell Skyfur to let you off battle training for a couple of days," I nodded. "Yes, I will. Thanks again!"
I padded out of the den and into the packed clearing. Skyfur was gone by now; Icestar sat alone on the icerock, watching her Clanmates eat and share tongues. I walked to Streampaw, a pretty silver she-cat apprentice, who was tucking neatly into a sparrow.
"Hey Streampaw, have you seen Skyfur?"
She shook her head, swallowed and looked up at me. "The last I saw was that he went into the warriors' den. Go check!" I nodded and dipped my head to her, then limped to the warriors' den and saw Skyfur curled up in the middle of the moss nests.
"Skyfur!" I hissed, careful not to wake up the other senior warriors napping. He lifted his gray head and saw me, stood up and walked out of the den. "What is it, Graypaw?" He yawned, then scratched his ear, waiting for me to answer.
"Oh, I sprained my foreleg, Birdheart told me to tell you to relieve me of battle training for a couple of days, if that's okay with you!" I meowed to my mentor, embarrassed, hoping he wouldn't ask me how I sprained it.
"That's fine, but I still need you for hunting patrols! Just go easy on it, okay?" I nodded. "I will, I promise Skyfur."
"Well, if that's all. Thank you for telling me." He disappeared into the den, curling up again.
Man, do I have the coolest mentor, or what? I walked into the apprentice den and curled up, falling asleep quickly beside Streampaw.
