Chapter 1- Heatherkit.

Heatherkit woke up, brambles seeping through the brambles ever so slightly, but it was just enough to rouse the six moon old kit from her deep sleep, green eyes flickering awake. Her mother was already awake, happy about that very fact, but Heatherkit couldn't have felt worse.

"Good morning," the golden queen meowed, giving her daughter a swipe across the ears with her tongue. Today was her apprentice ceremony and she needed to look her best. Heatherkit simply slouched with agitation, tail flicking once, eyes closing a bit groggily.

In fact- she almost fell back asleep, but her mother wouldn't let her. As stated earlier, today was an important day. With a few prods, the kit woke up with a slight whine of agitation, before looking towards the exit, but she couldn't help but feel excited.

Without waiting for her mother, she padded out of the nursery, before being stopped quickly by her mother. "Heatherkit, you know that the cats do not accept us sometimes…" she warned, but didn't end with a reason, because her daughter knew well why.

Heatherkit couldn't help but scoff. She didn't like it when her Mother told her things like that. Just because they were former kittypets didn't mean they needed to be treated differently from the others.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the high rock for a clan meeting!" Firestar called out, his ginger fur sleek and neat, his torn ears pricked alertly as the clan gathered, and her mother nosed her towards the high rock with no hesitation.

"Heatherkit, please step up." He meowed calmly, his tail motioning in front of him and she padded over, chest fur fluffing up with pride. Today was the best! She'd finally be able to train with her half-siblings.

"Heatherkit, 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 Heatherpaw. Your mentor will be Mousewhisker. I hope Mousewhisker will pass down all he knows on to you."

The grey and white furred tom's chest puffed out with a certain type of pride. This was now his second apprentice, and his first one was fairly successful. Perhaps Heatherkit would be a good apprentice.

The green eyed apprentice padded up to her new mentor, touching noses with the tom, and she just couldn't help but feel proud. And her mother couldn't have been happier. Around her, the whole clan chanted, making her ears warm up with embarrassment, and when she was finished touching noses with Mousewhisker she began to groom her chest fur, tail lashing once.