Fawnkit stretched happily and smacked her lips. She opened her blue eyes and stood up. Her vision blurred then returned. Her mother, Leafpool slept in front of her, her belly rising and falling as she slept. Next to her, Pricklekit layed on his back, his paws high in the air. Fawnkit giggled and prodded him. He leapt up, his eyes wide and his gray fur spiked out.

"You looked like a dead mouse," Fawnkit moewed, watching Pricklekit's fur spiking up and down.

"Not cool!" He whined. "I was dreaming I was leader, Pricklestar!"

"Well, you can dream," Fawnkit purred, licking her one black paw. Her pelt was a pretty light brown streaked with white spots. She ruffled out her pelt, awaking her brother, Smudgekit. He blinked, raising his dappled head.

"Hey!" He sheilded away, ducking underneath Leafpool. "Who brought in the wind?" Leafpool stired, awaking to see her kits up and about.

"Smudgekit! Get away," She scowled but softness filled her eyes.

"Oh Pricklekit. Fix your pelt, your father will be here any minute." Their father, Crowfeather, was formally a WindClan warrior. But he joined ThunderClan to be with Leafpool. Fawnkit stretched out her legs, one by one.

"We're going to be apprentices! Yay!" Smudgekit pranched around, his tail bobbing. Fawnkit laughed.

"You look like a fawn!"

"Look whose talking," Pricklekit growled and tackled Fawnkit. She sqeaked and pushed Pricklekit away.

"Oh you two, stop your bickering. Look, Crowfeather is coming to fetch you." Leafpool was right. The dark warrior was padding towards the den, his eyes gleaming with pride.

"Come on you three, Bramblestar is expecting you." Fawnkit gave herself a few licks and raced towards the clearing.

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Fawnpaw stood up proudly as the Clan called out her name. Beside her, Pricklepaw and Smudgepaw were filled with joy. Fawnpaw's mentor was Draftwing. The gray tom called out her name, his blue eyes eager. Next to him sat Bumblestripe, Pricklepaw's mentor. Smudgepaw's mentor, Poppyfrost, sat farther away. Fawnpaw leaped down the Highrock and bounced towards her mentor.

"Lets go explore the terriotry," Fawnpaw sqeauled.

Draftwing stared down at her, his eyes annoyed. "Okay lets go."

He raced ahead and out the enterence. Fawnpaw followed eagerlly. Fawnpaw fought to keep up after the faster warrior. Draftwing had joined the Clan when Fawnpaw was born. He was a pitifull lost kittypet and wanted a home. Bramblestar took him in and apperently trusted him now to give him an apprentice.

Fawnpaw raced after Draftwing. He skidded to a stop, but barely. Three cats that smelled bad were sniffing at the invisible border.

"WindClan, be careful." Her mentor whispered to her, his eyes locked on the warriors.

"Draftwing, how nice to see you," The WindClan cats bowed their heads.

"It seems you've brough the toy." The big ginger tom flicked his tail at Fawnpaw. Fawnpaw backed up nervously.

"Yes, I have," Draftwing thrusted Fawnpaw foward and the three cats leaped at her eagerly.

"Nice job Draftwing. Bring the other two soon." Draftwing nodded and raced away, away from Fawnpaw forever. Fawnpaw yowled and cried as the WindClan cats dragged her away. She clawed the ground, weeping sadly.

"Someone shut her up!"

"WHAT! You do it?"

"No you do it!"

"Fine I"LL do it."

Fawnpaw felt pain in her head as something hard hit her. Her gaze flickered then blacked.