Hope you enjoy this next bit! This is from the view of Greenpaw. I doubt you'll be seeing through Moonfrost's eyes as much, if not at all. This story is mainly about the four chosen and Greenpaw!! -hint hint-

Moonfrost/Greenpaw

Sunlight filtered through the trees and shot off the stream running through the camp, dazzling those cats who looked directly into it.

A movement came from the apprentice den, located right beside the stream. A lean tabby she-cat slipped out. Her green eyes surveyed the camp, dawn light warming the stones she padded on as she moved to the fresh-kill pile. She selected a thrush from the pile and settled down to eat.

"Greenpaw!"

The apprentice looked up from her breakfast and purred a greeting, her tail flicking from side to side. "Patchfur! Are we going to train today?"

The black and whitel tom gave a mrrow of amusement. "How could we not train? Actually, I was thinking we'd go on a border patrol. It's been awhile since you've been on one."

"Two moons to be exact," mewed Greenpaw, "The elders kept me busy. Thrush?"

The two cats finished their fresh-kill, getting to their paws and bounding to the camp entrance. Patchfur paused and turned to look to the warriors' den. Two figures slipped out and headed towards them.

Greenpaw let out a rumbling purr. "Silverstar, Willowpaw! Why were you in the warriors' den?" The leader, Silverstar, almost always slept in her den apart from the others. And Willowpaw was an apprentice, which meant she slept in the same area Greenpaw did.

"Just checking to see if any other cats wanted to come along," came the reply.

Willowpaw bounded over to Greenpaw and twitched an ear before meowing pompously, "I'm going to catch the first scent of the WinterClan border. Try not to lag behind, Greenpaw." She trotted after her mentor as she began to go through the entrance.

Greenpaw seethed with annoyance. "She thinks she's all that," she spat.

Patchfur's face twisted as he held back a laugh. "Sorry, Greenpaw, but you're exactly like her."

Giving an almighty humph and giving her mentor a thwack over the head with her paw, she bounded out of the camp and after Silverstar and Willowpaw. She heard a twig snap and bushes rustle as Patchfur slid past them, catching up to her. She smiled inwardly. Her mentor was underestimating her. With a heave, she dug her claws into the ground and put in a burst of speed, propelling forward like the wind through the trees. She heard a hiss of surprise from Patchfur as she pelted past the bush he was lurking in.

"Hold on.."

Greenpaw spun around and began running back the way she came, skidding to a halt and calling for Patchfur. He slid from his hiding place and looked at her quizzically. Wasting no time she burst into an explanation.

"Patchfur! Back there, I thought you were chasing me, which you were, but you were faster and hid up here, but some cat was chasing me. I swear it by StarClan. I thought it was you, but it couldn't have, if you were here all along." She paused to catch her breath and was about to mew some more when Patchfur's tail flicked over her mouth.

"I understand what you're saying, Greenpaw," he mewed, "Let's go catch up with Silverstar quickly."

The pair hurtled through the trees, weaving by and veering onto a sloping path. The scent of Silverstar and Willowpaw were very fresh and easy to scent in the clear day. Unexpectedly, another set of running paws joined theirs. The pounding of pads on forest floor was coming closer, faster too.

Greenpaw's pelt bristled and she dug her claws into the ground, urging her legs to run faster. The air flattened her fluffed up fur. Patchfur wasn't far behind, Greenpaw could hear his steady breathing as he caught up to her. They took a sharp turn on the trail, leading into a small clearing. Silverstar and Willowpaw were there, practicing fighting moves. The gray apprentice had just knocked her mentor's paws from under her.

"What happened?" Silverstar mewed in surprise as she shot to her paws and looked at the pair's worried faces.

"I think- We think, a rogue maybe," breathed Patchfur as he shunted Greenpaw forward to stand beside the other apprentice.

Patchfur's timing could not have been better, Greenpaw had the moment to think as a burly shape pelted into the clearing, eyes flashing, fangs bared and claws unsheathed and crying for blood.

The group let out a collective gasp.

"That's right, kitties," hissed the stranger, "You may go to your little StarClan now."

Then the figure leaped at them.

"Greenpaw, get back!" yowled Patchfur as he skidded in front of the rogue cat.

He hissed and unsheathed a paw as he landed a blow to the rogue's muzzle. The cat ignored his direct hit and barreled into Greenpaw's mentor, sending him sprawling in the stunted grass. He scrambled to his paws, but the rogue was too fast and leapt onto his back.

"Patchfur, no!" Silverstar sprang onto the rogue's back, who had just plunged it's teeth into Patchfur's neck. Unable to bear it, Greenpaw leaped in to help the two warriors. She felt Willowpaw's pelt brush hers as they both jumped and landed into the whirlwind of fur and claws.

Greenpaw spotted the black fur of the rogue and scrambled to get a hold. Her claws were wrenched away though, as the cat lashed and dug it's claws into Silverstar's neck. Suddenly for what felt like a moon, the battling cats broke apart and the rogue spat.

"You think this is over? You shall see just how wrong you are." And then it was gone.

Patchfur gasped for breath, blood trickling from the wound on his neck. Silverstar was limping and came to join the two apprentices, who were fine except for tufts of fur hanging from their legs.

"He fought nasty," snarled Willowpaw, digging her claws into the ground as if she could feel the rogue's fur trapped beneath her.

"Enough," said Silverstar, "Let us go back to camp now." Exchanging weary glances, the cats followed.

Greenpaw's paws ached. She felt a scratch down her leg, and a few locks of fur were trapped between her claws.

The patrol made their way back to the camp, their scratches stinging. As they slipped in they heard a concerned gasp and the worried eyes of the medicine cat, Honeyleaf, appeared from inside the medicine den.

As she hurried over with a mouthful of herbs, Greenpaw couldn't help but feel proud of herself. She had had her very first battle!