Another story! Just a moment ago I decided to put this on! It was a split second decision.

I wrote this story for my friends birthday. It took me a year because I kept loosing inspiration and I didn't want to just end it off in a bad way, though the ending is a little rushed, since I ran out of time xD

Still, I hope you enjoy it. It wouldn't mind a little critisim. I found it very hard to write about cats :)

"Nightkit!" Daykit's angry yowl broke the peaceful morning silence. Daykit exploded from the nursery, her blue eyes snapping and her fluffy white fur bristling. Ears flat against her head, she looked absolutely angry, but there was an obvious gleam in her eyes that said she wasn't as mad as she apeared.

Stepping forward, she opened her mouth again, "Nightkit! Come back with my mouse!"

There was flash of movement from across the clearing and a sudden sleek, black kit came barelling out from behind the warriors den. A mouse about the same size as her was dragging on the ground beside her, it scruff clamped firmly in the black kits mouth. The obvious culprit, Nightkit, sprinted towards the dirtplace.

Bristling, Daykit growled deep in her throat, before lunging forward after her sister. Without the mouse weighing her down, Daykit was able to catch up to her sister in minute and smacked into her side, sending them both flying and rolling in a tumble before Nightkit could throw the mouse into the dirtplace. Rolling, their purrs and squeals echoed through the camp. In the end, Nightkit, the larger of the two, managed to pin down her smaller sister.

"Hah! You can't beat me! I'm going to be the best warrior you've every seen! The whole forest will fear me!" She threw back her head, amber eyes glinting darkly.

Daykit squirmed beneath her, scrabbling her back paws at her sisters belly. Her usually sleek white fur was dark with streaks of mud. Baring her teeth at her sister, she tried to copy her fierceness, "You may be a great warrior, but when I'm a medicine cat, it'll be your life in my paws!" Secretly, Daykit couldn't help hoping it never came to that. She didn't think she could bare her sister being hurt. Arching her body, she let out a growl, "Get off of me!"

Mewing in amusement, Nightkit rolled off of her, before leaping to her paws, letting out a mrrow of victory, "It won't be long now! We're become apprentices today!"

Daykit lunged to her feet, her stomach twisting in excitement as she realized today was the day she became apprenticed to Fumbletounge. She wasn't all that fond of the grumpy tom cat, but she'd do anything to get to be a medicine cat. From the moment she'd been able to walk, or stumble, from the nursery, she'd been drawn to the medicine den.

Nightkit lunged to the mouse, shoving it between them, "Come on, lets share our last meal as kits!"

Daykit nodded enthuisastically, but couldn't help feeling sad. So far, her whole few moons of life had been in the nursery, curled up in the warm, milk smelling den. Now she had to leave. Still, the excitement easily outwayed the doubt. Crouching down, she took a bite of the mouse, before grimacing, "Mouse dung! Its cold now!"

Nightkit mewed in amusement, taking her own bite and ignoring her sisters complaint. They weren't even halfway through the mouse when a sudden mew came from behind them, "What's all this wracket? It sounded like a pack of dogs has invaded the camp"

Daykit skidded around, crouching down. Crouchtail, a large tom cat that had always intimidated Daykit, was looking down at them in mock dissapointment, "S-sorry Crouch-"

She didn't get to finish before her sister bounded forward, "Well, we are becoming apprentices today!" Fur bristling, she confronted the older warrior. He looked down at her with amusement in her green eyes. Despite his size, Crouchtail had only been out of the apprentice's den for a moon.

"Well, your still kits right now, so it doesn't give you any right to wake up every cat in the clan," His narrowed his eyes at Nightkit, who began to bristle indignantly.

Before she could snap out a sharp reply, another voice, this one well known, came from behind Daykit, "Don't be to hard on them, Crouchtail. If I recall correctly, weren't you the kit that barreled a hole through the warriors den?"

Turning her head, Daykit's eyes lit up. Her father, the deputy Fallenfur, was just slipping out of the gorse tunnel, two other cats, Rednight and Dashpaw, right behind him.

Crouchtail lashed his tail, narrowing his eyes, "That's different,"

Fallenfur purred, looking down at his two kits affectionatley, "I don't think so, Crouchtail, how about you do me a favor and take out a hunting patrol before the naming ceremony? Take Dustspots and Yellowfoot," Crouchtail dipped his head, before turning and bounding over to the warriors den.

Daykit watched him go, but her attention was drawn back to her father when he pushed he mouse towards the two of them, "Finish this up and get back to the nursery, I'm sure your moms going to want to start cleaning you up right away,"

Nightkit nodded her head vigourously, tail straight as a pin as she knelt down and dug into her mouse visciously. Daykit paused, watching her father pad away towards Shinestar's den, before knealing down beside her sister and gulping down the mouse in a few hungry bites. Crouchtails patrol passed them, slipping into the forest.

Nightkit sat back, lipping the last scraps from her whiskers. Daykit rose to her paws, stretching and archiing her back in the air, waving her tail lazily. Reaching over, she licked her sister between the ears, "Who do you think your mentors going to be?"

Nightkit cocked her head, before bouncing to her feet, "I'm hoping its Fallenfur!" She kneaded her paws into the ground, eyes gleaming at Daykit.

Daykit lashed her tail, ears flat against her head. She doubted that Nightkit would get their father, even if he suggested to be the mentor of her. Family members didn't usually mentor other family members. They could some go easy on them, "Well, at least your not getting stuck with Fumbletounge. I don't like that old grump,"

Nightkit let out a mrrow of amusement, "Ah, Daykit, he's not that grumpy, he just can't put one letter together with another one!" Daykit shrugged her tiny shoulders, the fur along the nape of her neck bristling.

"I hope Crouchtail isn't your mentor. He creeps me out, and he's big," She narrowed her eyes. She knew it was wrong to judge the new warrior by his appearance, but he just seemed like a mountain of a cat.

Nightkit purred, twirling her tail with Daykit's, "He's not that bad!" They began walking side by side towards the nursery, but they were barely half way there when their mother suddenly came barreling out of the nursery. Her black and white fur was sleeked to perfection and she raced over to them, licking Daykit vigerously.

Ducking away, Daykit grimaced at her, "Mom! Don't! Your embarassing me!"

Letting out a purr, Rushtail began to lick Nightkit, less roughly since her black fur wasn't as dirty. Nightkit purred, arching her back. She'd always been one for a good licking. Between licks, Rushtail mewed, "You two both know that todays a big day and I want you to be in tip top shape. Great Starclan Daykit! You must had found the biggest mud puddle on our territory and rolled in it,"

Rushtail left Nightkit to approach Daykit and this time Daykit reluctantly allowed her mother to clean her fur. She kneaded her paws impatiently, wishing her mom had at least been thoughtful enough to take them to the nursery before cleaning them up.

"Ahh, be easy on them, Rushtail, it is their last moments as kits," Heatherfires familiar voice came from across the clearing and Daykit lifted her head. The plump shecat, her stomach heavy with unborn kits, was padding towards them, her eyes narrowed to affectionate slits. Reaching them, she gave Nightkit a few brisk licks. Nightkit purred, amber eyes flashing.

Rushtail sighed, "I guess your right, its hard to let the two scamps grow up, though," Gathering Daykit and Nightkit with her tail, she started leading them towards the nursery.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under Highrock for a clan meeting!" Shinestar's traditional greeting rang through the air, causing Daykit's ears to prick. Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed. The freshkill pile was freshly stocked from Crouchtails patrol. Shinestar was standing on top of high rock, her proud head held high and her amber eyes glinting in the sunlight. The sun wavered at the point just at the top of the sky.

Cats from all across the clearing emerged from their den, the first being Dashpaw and Littlepaw. They had only been apprentices for a moon and had shared the nursery with Daykit and Nightkit for the better part of their kithood.

Nightkit was absolutely bouncing with excitement, her amber eyes glowing with a fierce fire. Daykit forced herself to stay calm as Rushtail gave them a few more brisk licks, her anxiety showing in her eyes. Daykit could only guess that Rushtail was picturing her kits life, spread out in front of her.

Nightkit spun to face their mother, her tiny claws dug deep into the soil, "Can we please go now?"

Rushtail paused, looking down at the little black kit as if she wished she would never have to grow up, then gave a small nod. Nightkit turned to sprint to the Highrock, but Rushtail's voice stopped her, "Slowly,"

Daykit followed her sister as she padded to Highrock, the crowd parting around them. Her fur bristling wildly, she tried to make it lay flat, but couldn't control her emotions. Reaching the Highrock beside Nightkit's side, she sat down, wrapping her fluffy white tail neatly around her paws.

Shinestar looked down at them and for only a minute Daykit thought she saw something flash in her gaze, a sort of sadness, mixed with horror, but it was gone as fast as it had come. Daykit wanted to shake her head, wipe all traces of her doubt from her mind, but she knew she was just overreacting.

Shinestar took a breath and the whole forest seemed to breath with her. Then, in a clear, calm voice she mewed, "Today is a proud day for Thunderclan, by naming these apprentices we show Thunderclan is strong and thriving. Nightkit, from now on until you receive your warrior name you will be known as Nightpaw,"

She took another breath, her eyes scanning the crowd, "Crouchtail," Daykit gave a small start, but instantly held still again, "You are ready for an apprentice, you shall mentor Nightpaw. I know you will pass on your strength and enthusiasm to Nightpaw and teach her the skills that will make her a brave warrior of Thunderclan,"

Crouchtail emerged from the crowd, a look of pride and excitement gleaming in his eyes as she padded towards Nightpaw. Nightpaw padded forward eagerly to meet Crouchtail, stretching up on the tips of her paws to touch his nose to her own, before moving to the edge of the Highrock and sitting beside her knew mentor.

Shinestar moved her gaze to Daykit, who froze, staring up at her, "Daykit, from now until you recieve your warrior your will be known as Daypaw,"

Before the clan could begin chanting Nightpaw's and Daypaw's name, Fumbletounge stepped forward, his eyes seeming to smile at Daypaw, "Cat's of Thunderclan, you all know I will not be around forever. So it's time that I took an apprentice. I have chosen a cat because her wisdom for herbs and her wise decisions, plus her connection to Starclan. The next medicine cat shall be Daypaw,"

Shinestar dipped her head at Fumbletounge. Daypaw couldn't help being relieved that Fumbletounge wasn't stuttering his way through her ceremony. Shinestars clear mew rose once again, "Daypaw, do you accept the post of apprentice to Fumbletounge?"

Daypaw took a deep breath, claw digging into the ground, "Yes, Shinestar,"

Fumbletounge padded forward to stand beside Daypaw, "Then at Halfmoon you must travel to Mothermouth, to be accepted by Starclan before the other medicine cats,"

Shinestar gazed down on them, "The good wishes of all of Thunderclan go with you,"

Turning, Daypaw touched her nose carefully to Fumbletounges, her legs shaking like jello. There was a moment of silence, then Dashpaw and Littlepaw began to cry, "Nightpaw! Daypaw!" It only took a moment for the rest of their clan to join in, the cat swarming forward to press pelts with the two young apprentices. Nightpaw held her head high, but Daypaw ducked her head, scuffling her paws with embarrasment.

Slowly at first, the clan began to break up into smaller groups, chatting about the life of Thunderclan. Daypaw began to move towards the group of apprentices, which was swarming around Nightpaw. She didn't reach it though before Dashpaw called out, "Come on, Nightpaw! I'll show you your nest!" Turning, the five apprentices dashed off towards the Apprentice's den.

Realizing that she wouldn't be sharing a den with her sister, she let her tail droop, but another tail fell across her shoulder and she looked up into Fumbletounges green orbs. Sympathy showed in his gaze, "Y-you get u-used to being seperated f-from the r-rest, now come, w-we can set up y-your nest,"

Daypaw nodded sadly, allowing Fumbletounge to steer her towards the Medicine Den and away from her sister.