I decided I wanted to do something that was a collection of one-shots. This all came to me after I woke up from *looks at time* two hours of sleep and I woke up from what I guess you can call a nightmare? I dunno. It was weird though.

Just a fair warning: These are not meant to be happy! A lot of these will either end on a sad or violent note!

"Frogkit, it's time to come into the nursery." Called Lightwater. The dappled brown tom suppressed a hiss at his name. He hated his name. When he was an apprentice, he was sure the other three Clans would laugh at him.

Who would be scared of a RiverClan cat named Frogpaw? He kept his anger to himself. He knew Lightwater would worry if he came back to the nursery madder then a fox in a fit. He knew it wasn't her fault. It wasn't her that named him. It was that sorry lump of fur who was his father. The more he though about Scorchstep, the more he wanted to claw the warrior's muzzle off. He felt thankful he had his mothers brown pelt, and not Scorchstep's dark gray. Speaking of dark gray, his eyes landed on his two sisters: Shadekit and Shimmerkit. True only Shadekit had the dark gray pelt, but Shimmerkit's black one was close enough.

"Wanna play hide-and-seek, Frogkit?" Squeaked Shadekit, her dark amber eyes glowing. That's another thing he hated. She had their mother's dark amber eyes. He had their fathers clear-blue. He forced himself to bite back his anger.

One day you will be leader. One day you'll be- He stopped there, more anger fueling his mind. What kind of leader name was Frogstar? Evern with the honour of -star, it sounded lame and pathetic!

"No." He finally mewed to his sister coarsely. He curled up in the nest and laid there. As he closed his eyes, he dreaded the upcoming moon.

"Frogpaw! Shadepaw! Shimmerpaw!" RiverClan cheared the new apprentice's names. Anger bubbled in Frogpaw's belly. becoming a -paw didn't make his name any better. He glared at his sisters, who trotted off with their mentors Sweetwhisker and Whitebee. His blue gaze went to his mentor. He should feel lucky he had the deputy, Honeyflame, as his mentor, but his belly churned with imaginary maggots. He knew she was about to say his name. He could see it in her eyes.

"Come on, Frogpaw, let's explore the territory." As he followed, he forced himself to calm down.

Maybe if you're lucky, something will happen before you become a warrior. Maybe you'll lose an eye and have to be renamed Scareye. Anything could happen. You won't always be Frogpaw. That thought cheered him up. He was going to be a well behaved apprentice. He'd keep his anger to himself. He would bite back every hiss and yowl about being called Frogpaw.

Moons passed and Frogpaw became aware they every day drew closer to his warrior name. The only noticeable wound to his name was a large scar that ran along his spine. What was Snailstar going to do? Call him Scarspine? He knew his leader would never do that. Snailstar was too kind to give a cat such a "horrible name". He spat silently, so not to let Honeyflame hear his anger. She always commented on how he was a kind and respectable apprentice. He didn't want to ruin that now.

"WindClan's been keeping to themselves these days." Commented a gruff-looking warrior by the name as Stormstrike. His sister, Hollyheart, nodded in agreement.

"I wonder if they're up to something."

"Better not be to cross our territory." Hissed Blackpaw, Hollyheart's apprentice. As they turned to return to camp, Honeyflame froze. The fur along her spine rose and her gaze darkened as she wiped her head around.

"Dog!" As she called out, a large brown dog ran right at them. Hollyheart forced her apprentice to run back to camp, seeing how Blackpaw had hardly been an apprentice for more then three days and had no battle training. Frogpaw stayed behind, determined to fight. As the patrol was getting the upper hand, two more dogs came to the large brown one's aid. A smaller black dog that looked like the first on grabbed Frogpaw in its jaws. Frogpaw yowled in pain. Stormstrike stopped his fight with the third dog to run after the black on. He jumped on its neck and bit down. The dog howled in pain and tried to shake him off. Frogpaw couldn't move. His whole body ached. He felt like he had just been crushed. As Stormstrike fought off the black dog and Honeyflame and Hollyheart fought off the white one Stromstrike had been fighting, Frogpaw realized something. The large was was not in site. He started to panic. Right as he turned around, the large brown dog grabbed him up in its jaws and tossed him in the air like a ball of moss. Frogpaw hit the ground with a thud and blacked out.

When he came to, Frogpaw couldn't find the strength to move or even open his eyes. He felt like his life was just slipping away. He remembered the nursery, Lightwater, Scorchstep, Shadepaw, and Shimmerpaw. He remembered his first fish, his first gathering, his first ShadowClan friend named Seedpaw. His chest ached as he longed to see them. Even if he hated certain ones. Then he heard a voice.

Snailstar... He even found himself longing to see the tan tabby tom.

"He will no longer be known as Frogpaw." His leader's voice was dimmed with sorrow. "Frogpaw will be known as Frogspirit, for he died a warrior's death and is deserving of his warrior name."

Frogspirit. For once he didn't hate his name. He felt an invisible purr rumble in the back of his throat. I'm Frogspirit...

So what I plan to do is make these short stories about different things not often talking about in the warriors fandom. I already have the first three planned (including this one of course):

Frogpaw (hates his name)

Stagpelt (is a she-cat at heart)

and Littleflower (based off the mothers who make their kids sick/die to get attention)