"Remember, WindClan is known for sped. In battle, you must be faster then they are." Hollythorn mewed.

Fallingpaw barely realized she had spoken. She stared off at the WindClan border near where they were training. The training hollow had been full, so this was the second best place.

"Fallingpaw! Are you even listening to me?" Hollythorn hissed. Fallingpaw jerked upright and out of her daydreaming, tilting her head.

"Sorry. It won't happen again." She vowed. Hollythorn growled.

"You had better hope not. Now pretend I am a WindClan cat." Fallingpaw's mentor ordered before crouching down.

"Why WindClan? Preparing to invade our borders?" A voice meowed from the border. Hollythorn sat up.

"I have been meaning to teach my apprentice moves depending on what Clan she is battling, unlike your Clan, Heatherstripe. Besides, last time I heard and by the looks of you, you should not be leaving your camp." Hollythorn snapped back. The WindClan cat's belly was swollen with the kits she was carrying.

"You have no idea what it is like being stuck in camp all day!" Heatherstripe shot back.

"If I were to have kits I would tell who the father was!" Hollythorn hissed.

"If you knew who the father was, you would know why it is meant to be secret!" Heatherstripe replied. Hollythorn flicked Fallingpaw with her tail. What is going on? I zone out for a second and suddenly my mentor is yelling at a pregnant WindClan cat. Fallingpaw thought. She rolled her eyes and zoned out the rest of the argument. Tuning others out was somewhat of a gift of hers. She never failed to use the gift.

"Fallingpaw? Fallingpaw! Will you stop doing that?" Hollythorn begged. Heatherstripe snorted on the WindClan border before turning away.

"Sorry." She apologized again.

"Lets go back to camp." Hollythorn sighed and led the way back to camp.

Fallingpaw grabbed a mouse from the fresh-kill pile and padded over to join her best friend, Emberpaw, who was eating by the apprentices' den.

"How was the training?" The ginger she-cat asked.

"Terrible. I can't seem to keep my mind on training. Think it was making Hollythorn frustrated so we went home." Fallingpaw replied. She turned her gaze on the medicine den. Inside, she could hear the medicine cats talking.

"Hawkpaw must be getting a lesson." Emberpaw commented through a mouthful of the pigeon she was eating.

"Guess so." She mewed.

"But I'm hungry!" A kit cried from the nursery. Mews of agreement from the other kits filled the clearing. Fallingpaw recognized her own brother and sister among them. She could just make out a faint murmuring among the queens before her mother stepped out and bounded to the fresh-kill pile. She flicked her tail at Fallingpaw and Emberpaw before grabbing a mouthful of prey and bounding back. The friends laughed as Emberpaw's sister, Gingerkit, tried to get out of the nursery. Brightheart caught and pulled her back. She was almost old enough to be an apprentice, and Fallingpaw could already predict she would be a handful to her mentor. Emberpaw and Firepaw would be made warriors soon as well. They were the eldest apprentices, but not by much. Snowpaw was only less then a moon away, while Sparrowpaw wasn't much farther from him.

"I'm beginning to wonder if we will have enough warriors to mentor all the kits we have." Leafpaw, Squirrelflight and Bramblestar's daughter, had emerged from the apprentices' den. She stretched and greeted the two she-cats.

"Well, hopefully we will all be warriors. There will hardly be enough room for us and them!" Emberpaw pointed out. Leafpaw nodded, her eyes full of excitement at the thought of becoming a warrior.

"I won't, I am almost sure of it. I will never be a warrior." Fallingpaw mewed. She looked at her paws.

"What do you mean? Of course you will become a warrior!" Leafpaw gasped. She ran her tail soothingly across Fallingpaw's flank.

"Right, and I am leader of ShadowClan." Fallingpaw replied. She stood up and slipped into the apprentices' den. Leafpaw whispered something to Emberpaw before she padded off to meet her mentor, Honeystream, for training.