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Chapter 1: Specialpaw of SpecialClan

Specialpaw opened her eyes and yawned. Conveniently for the story, six moons had passed since her birth and she was now an apprentice. She stood up and gave her fur a shake. Dappled sunlight was reaching into the apprentice's den, and Specialpaw could tell it was going to be a fabulous day. She looked around her.

All the other apprentices were still sleeping. Butterpaw, the buttery tom, was looking melty in a patch of sunlight. Gentlepaw was curled around her moss nest, snuggling with it. Cyclopspaw was in a corner of the den with his eye shut. Even peppy Rainbowpaw was still asleep.

Specialpaw gave a sigh. Oh well, she thought. I guess I'll find someone else to talk to. She stretched her limbs one at a time before exiting the den.

The sight of SpecialClan's camp was something Specialpaw never got tired of looking at. It was perfectly beautiful and amazingly stunning. The camp was built in a magnificent stone hollow with steep sides. Growing out of the stone were jagged crystals and smooth gemstones of every color imaginable, and when sunlight hit one of the stones, the entire camp would be illuminated in a sparkling show of rainbow lights.

Running through the center of the huge hollow was a river of perfectly clear water, which the cats used for drinking and fishing. It ran into the camp through a glistening waterfall, and if you stood near the edge of the water and looked in, you could see shiny gold sand covering the bottom of the riverbed. On both sides of the river (they called it the Specialriver), bright green, soft grass stretched over the ground and blanketed the entire floor of the camp.

While glancing around the dazzling camp, Specialpaw spotted Wondermoon sitting outside her den. Perfect! she thought. There are some things I'd like to ask Wondermoon. From the moment Specialpaw had become an apprentice, she'd had some deep, important questions nagging at her. Since Wondermoon was the almighty medicine cat, she was the perfect cat to talk to.

"Wondermoon!" She dashed over to the medicine cat, calling out her name.

"Yes?" Wondermoon blinked her mismatched eyes and stared at Specialpaw.

"Well," Specialpaw began. "I'd like to talk to you." Suddenly Specialpaw felt nervous. She'd never spoken to the almighty medicine cat before.

"Alright." She whisked her tail over the ground, inviting Specialpaw to sit down.

She took a seat next to the glowing, moon-colored she-cat and sighed. "I was just wondering...why do other cats think I'm special?" It started with that simple question, but soon words were flowing out. "I'm nothing special. I'm not beautiful like my mother was, I can't fly like Birdwing can, and I'm not even heroic like Thunderbolt. I'm just so boring. My blood isn't even delicious like Watermelonpelt's is. The only thing that's good about me is the fact that I'm humble." She paused, then to sum it all up she said, "In my opinion, there's nothing special about me at all."

Wondermoon looked thoughtful for a moment. "Darling," she meowed, "no one asked for your opinion. Besides, you're the main character of this story. You have to be special."

Specialpaw sighed. "Well maybe I don't want to be special. I just want to be like all the other cats. Why can't I even have a mentor?"

"No other cats are important enough to train you."

Before Specialpaw could think of a reply, SpecialClan's leader Starstar stepped out into the sunlight. She glistened brighter than the rainbow gems around her as she climbed the side of the hollow. She stopped when she reached a ledge.

After clearing her throat, she yowled, "I, Starstar, leader of SpecialClan, do hereby announce a very special SpecialClan meeting. If you believe yourself to be worthy enough, or if you can catch your own prey, please gather your humble bodies beneath the Leader's Ledge and listen to my words."

Cats began to crawl out of their dens, blinking sleep out of their eyes. From the apprentice's den, Butterpaw, Cyclopspaw and Rainbowpaw slunk out. Gentlepaw tiptoed out behind them, and the four of them sat down under the Leader's Ledge. Specialpaw joined them.

"Hi," whispered Butterpaw. He rubbed his head against her in greeting. Gross, Specialpaw thought. Her fur was now greasy with butter.

Starstar cleared her throat for a second time. "I have terribly tragic news. This news will shock you, and scare you, and it may just break your heart. I'm almost too ashamed to tell this to my Clan, but I'm afraid I must do so, because it is my duty as leader." She paused dramatically, then delivered the news in one breath. "The great and mighty SpecialClan has a traitor in its midst."

Shocked and outraged yowls sounded from the crowd below. Specialpaw's heart raced. A traitor? How was that even possible? She had always thought her Clan was too perfect for anything to go wrong.

From the other side of Butterpaw, Specialpaw heard something give a frightened squeal. She turned to see Gentlepaw trembling in fear.

"D-D-Did you guys h-hear that?" Gentlepaw stuttered. "There's a t-t-traitor."

Rainbowpaw laughed at her sister. "Oh, don't act so scared! I'm sure the traitor only wants to kill the leader. Not us!" She gave Gentlepaw a smile, probably trying to cheer her up.

Starstar cleared her throat again, calming down the crowd. "I know, I am shocked too. But do not fear, I'm sure a brave and noble cat will get to the bottom of this mystery," she said.

A few tail-lengths in front of Specialpaw, Thunderbolt leaped to his paws and puffed his yellow chest out. "I humbly accept this challenge!" he announced. Without another word, the heroic tomcat sped out of the SpecialClan camp, off to save the day.

With that, Starstar retreated back to her den and the cats below her began to scatter.

"Well," Specialpaw said to her friends, "I guess that's taken care of. Thunderbolt always saves us from danger." The other apprentice's nodded in agreement.

"So, what do you guys want to do now?" Cyclopspaw asked with a blink of his large eye.

"Maybe we should play with a moss-ball," suggested Gentlepaw.

Butterpaw snorted. "A moss-ball? We aren't kits anymore Gentlepaw. We're apprentices, which means we have to go on an adventure and get ourselves into a dangerous situation."

Rainbowpaw's beautiful rainbow-colored eyes widened. "That's perfect!" she shouted. "I love adventures! I love everything!"

Specialpaw wasn't so sure. "Don't we have apprentice duties or something like that?"

Cyclopspaw rolled his eye at her. "Don't be such a furball, Specialpaw. We never actually do those."

"So it's decided then!" announced Butterpaw. "We'll go on an adventure!"

The five apprentices crossed the grassy clearing and made their way for the entrance to camp. How exciting! thought Specialpaw. My first apprentice adventure! She had heard stories of apprentices breaking the Warrior Code and getting into trouble, and she was eager to finally do the same.

When the apprentices reached the steep slope out of camp, they looked around to make sure no other cats would see them leave. Rumblebelly, who was supposed to be on guard duty, was too busy eating the freshkill pile to notice anything. They had a perfect chance to escape. One at a time, the cats darted out of the camp entrance and into SpecialClan's forest territory.

Specialpaw took a deep breath, relishing in the delicious scents of the forest. She could smell everything! All the rotting wood and leaves, all the mud, and all the fungi and mold. She could even smell the dirt left by forest animals. But then she smelled something else. What is that? she asked herself. She scented the air again. It was a sweet smell, sort of like honey.

"Hey guys," she asked. "Do you smell that honey scent?"

"Honey scent? I can only smell the forest," said Cyclopspaw.

Rainbowpaw gasped. "A scent only you can smell? Do you know what this means, Specialpaw?"

"No."

"It means you have special scenting powers!" Rainbowpaw smiled brightly. "It also means we have an adventure! Lead us to this scent!"

Specialpaw felt her jaw drop open. Special powers? So I am special after all. Her whiskers drooped in disappointment. I guess I'll never be normal. Even with special powers, she still had a desire to be like all the other cats.

"Okay! Follow me!" she said, trying to hide her sadness. With another sniff of the air, she led them away from SpecialClan's camp and towards the honey scent.

After what felt like hours of roaming through the forest, the honey scent was so close that Specialpaw thought she might choke on it. It filled her nostrils and clogged her throat, leaving her with a light-headed feeling. "Do you guys smell it now?" she asked. The other apprentices nodded.

"It's so gross!" said Butterpaw, wrinkling his nose.

"No it isn't!" argued Rainbowpaw. "It smells beautiful! I love it!"

"Wait, be quite!" whispered Specialpaw. "I hear something." Specialpaw pricked her ears up and listened. The sound of loud purring was coming from the other side of a clump of bushes, and someone was muttering something. It sounded like two cats. Cautiously, she poked her head through the bush to get a view of the other side. Her friends did the same.

In a clearing on the other side, two cats were purring to each other and rubbing their heads together in affection. Specialpaw's eyes widened when she realized one of the cats was the SpecialClan warrior, Honeymoon. I guess that explains the honey smell (Honeymoon was known to sometimes smell like honey). She looked at her friends, and they appeared to be just as shocked. Who was the cat Honeymoon was with? He didn't look like a SpecialClan warrior.

The cats pulled their heads back out of the bushes and stared at each other with wide eyes.

"What is Honeymoon doing?" whispered Butterpaw in a shocked voice.

"I thought her mate was Grasshopper!" added Rainbowpaw.

Cyclopspaw looked at Rainbowpaw, confused. "Grasshopper? I thought her mate was Silentsong."

A dreamy look passed over Gentlepaw's face. "It doesn't matter who her mate is," she whispered. "The important thing is that she's in love! It's so romantic. I hope I fall in love one day." She gave a hopeful glance at Cyclopspaw, but the one-eyed apprentice payed no attention.

"Who was that tom she was with?" asked Specialpaw. "He didn't look familiar."

"I bet he's a SuperClan warrior!" hissed Butterpaw. "We're near their border."

Their conversation was interrupted by a sudden angry yowl from the other side of the bushes. "Who's there?" shouted a deep voice.

Panic washed over Specialpaw and her heartbeat raced. What if the warrior captured them and kept them as prisoners? Her fur prickled in fear. "Run!" she shrieked.

In a flash, the five apprentice's darted off through the forest. Specialpaw was in the lead, and the other four followed close behind her. They skidded around trees, leaped over fallen logs, and dashed through the undergrowth. Too afraid to look back, Specialpaw kept her eyes ahead of her and continued forward. She didn't stop until her legs ached.

"Okay," Specialpaw panted. "I think we lost him." She turned around to see Cyclopspaw, Gentlepaw, and Rainbowpaw. They looked exhausted too. Then she realized something. "Oh no! Where's Butterpaw?" she shouted.

"He slipped and fell awhile ago," said Cyclopspaw.

Oh yeah, I forgot he slips a lot, thought Specialpaw. "He'll probably be okay. We can look for him later." She sat down. "Right now, we should rest. Then we should look for the way back to camp."

Cyclopspaw and Gentlepaw sat down next to her and nodded their agreement, but Rainbowpaw seemed to be distracted by something. The calico she-cat was staring at the prickly undergrowth around a tree. Without saying a word, she stood up and walked over to the undergrowth. She almost looked hypnotized.

"What's wrong?" asked Specialpaw. Rainbowpaw still stared at the undergrowth. Specialpaw stood up, and began to slowly inch her way towards Rainbowpaw. Gentlepaw and Cyclopspaw followed.

"A-Are you okay?" asked Gentlepaw. No answer.

When the three other apprentices reached the undergrowth, terrified screeches instantly escaped their jaws. Gentlepaw's eyes rolled back and she fainted, falling on her side.

Lying dead in the ferns and bracken was the body of the heroic Thunderbolt. A deep wound was slashed across his side, and his eyes were still half-open. The undergrowth around him was stained red, and a pool of blood had formed around him.

Cyclopspaw opened his jaws to speak, but no words came out. The apprentices were too shocked. After a few moments, Rainbowpaw broke the silence with an unexpected comment.

"It's... It's so beautiful," she muttered. In an instant, she stuck her paws into the red puddle and began coating her own fur with Thunderbolt's blood. "I've never seen such a perfect shade of red! I want it!"

Specialpaw ignored her. She had too many confusing thoughts running through her head. Who killed Thunderbolt? Why were these strange things happening to her perfect clan? What tragic incident would happen next?

And, more importantly, who would save SpecialClan now that their hero was gone?

AN: Ugh... This hideous story is an example of how NOT to write a Warriors fanfic.

If you're looking forward to more, I probably won't be able to add another chapter for about a week. But don't worry, I haven't given up on this. I'll be back soon enough.