It was dark. Rosekit couldn't see anything outside the nursery. Fog was gathering inside the nursery, and getting thick. Daisyfur, Rosekit's mother, was huddled around her kit to keep them dry and warm. Rosekit was an albino, so most all of the clan members treated her like she was fragile and weak. She wanted to prove them all wrong. "Mama, I am going to be the greatest warrior in the forest!" said the exclaimed kit on her sixth moon. She was to be the newest apprentice.
"Yes, I know you will," replied the light ginger queen. "I believe in you Rosekit, er, I mean, Rosepaw."
"Thanks mama."
"Let all cats old enough to hunt for themselves please gather under Highrock," said Wildstar, the great clan leader. "Rosekit has now reached her sixth moon. Rosekit, do you promise to be loyal only to your clan and to uphold the warrior code?" asked Wildstar to Rosekit.
"I do."
"Now, I shall give you your apprentice name, Rosepaw!"
Rosepaw was so exited. She was shuffling her paws and her tail was flinging madly.
"Rosepaw, Rosepaw, Rosepaw!" cried the cats under Highrock. "Grasspelt, I announce you Rosepaw's mentor. Lionheart was your mentor, and I believe you to pass all you know to Rosepaw."
"I will, Wildstar," replied Grasspelt, authoratively.
Daisyfur was sobbing proudly by Rosepaw. Rosepaw quickly padded forward and touched noses with Grasspelt. She noticed that Grasspelt's nose was crusty and dry. And he also looked sickly and feverish.
Leafbare started the next moon. Snow came plummeting down from the heavens as heavy and thick as metal itself. Rosepaw had difficulties wading through the snow, and quickly learned her advantages of being albino. She blended with the snow easily and could catch the whitest rabbit. She was always able to bring feasts for the Elders, and was often sent on duties to gather herbs for Jayfeather, the Medicine Cat.
"Rosepaw, I need you to bring some mouse bile to the Elders for their ticks," cried Jayfeather from inside his den. "Not again," wailed Rosepaw. "I always do it! Make Hollypaw do it!"
"I gave you the order, not Hollypaw," retorted the old cat back. "Hollypaw has plenty other things to do."
Hollypaw was Wildstar's daughter. She was training hard and was always sent on patrols with the warriors. Rosepaw was good friends with her, but her best friend was Skypaw. They were born at the same time, though not sisters. Skypaw's mother was Scarface. Her mother was far from loving, and Skypaw was almost happy when Scarface died in the Battle of Leafclan, a horrid war between Leafclan and Skyclan.
To be continued……..