I'm finally going to continue this. I feel motivated now :D


Owlpaw woke in his den to a startled gasp. He had a terrible dream. He got up and shook his head.

But it all felt so real...

Please, StarClan let this be a dream... he's totally okay! Resting in the warriors den, snoring louder than any cat... he can't be dead...

Tears dripped from Owlpaw's eyes, seeing the picture clearly in his memory. He ran to the nearest cat, who happened to be his mentor, Petalfrost.

"W-where's my father? H-have you seen him?" Owlpaw whimpered, looking Petalfrost in the eyes. She looked sorrowful. It was weird. "Owlpaw, your father-"

"Why couldn't it have been a dream...?" Owlpaw murmured shakily, but then stood tall. "I promise, with all my heart, that I will make him proud. I will be the strongest warrior in the clan, the bravest hunter, in fact, maybe become leader. I promise I will train hard and never complain, and as long as he's proud, I can remain happy."

-Le Timeskip-

A moon had passed since then. Owlpaw followed by his promise to become a great warrior, and he trained hard every day.

He had also become friends with the Medicine Cat Apprentice, Shadefire.

She had got her full name, but wasn't too much older than him. She just worked hard, too.

In fact, she became a sister to him, in a way. They would talk to each other when they were sad or lonely, and never kept secrets from each other.

Well, not usually, at least.

Owlpaw's belly rumbled, and he stretched out, before going get some prey. He yawned, gulped down his prey quickly, and went to get Shadefire to ask if she wanted to stretch her wings.

"Shadefire?" He called, replied by "Yes?"

"Do you want to work on those wings? The sun's rising, it'll be really pretty!"

She padded out to stretch her wings, obviously she agreed.

Owlpaw stretched his out, and they both shot off above the other cats' heads, and Strikepaw, a tom just younger than Owlpaw stretched his wings and shot off too, and called to them, "Can I come with you?"

"Sure! Just follow us!"

The three cats landed on the top of the ravine, and they watched for the sun. The sky was slightly bright, though the sun wasn't rising yet.

Then suddenly, the sun began to rise slowly, and Owlpaw smiled at the sun.

Each sunrise reminded him of his father. When he was a kit, Cavefeather would sometimes carry Owlpaw up to watch it, and one time was even when he learned to fly. He remembered it clearly;

"Dad! Let's go watch the sunset! I can fly, you don't have to carry me!" He had said, and Cavefeather just laughed. "No, you can't... I have to carry you." He purred, and Owlkit frowned.

He carried Owlkit up as he flapped his wings through the sky, but Owlkit was stubborn. He wriggled around, and even swatted at Cavefeather, and he began to drop. Excitement overwhelmed Owlkit, and she grinned as he began tumbling through the air into the ravine. But then there was sudden fear. What if he died?

Owlkit flapped his wings crazily, but calmed himself and began to flap them strongly, and he began to slow a bit, but ended up tumbling onto the ground anyways.

No harm done.

He jumped to his paws, grinning. "I can fly! Strikekit, look! I can fly now!" A

Strikekit tumbled out of the nursery, eyes wide. "Fly?"

Owlkit nodded, spread his wings, and flapped them, and shot off with his back paws, and he began to fly for a moment. Then plopped back down. Strikekit giggled. "You can't fly!"

"It was close enough! I can too!"

Owlpaw smiled deeply. He had become such a strong warrior (well, apprentice) since his dad died. He never broke his promise. Suddenly he heard something in his ears. He perked them, hearing someone calling.

"That's Featherflight! I need to go." Shadefire murmured, and dropped to the camp, her wings spread so she could flap them to make sure she didn't fall.

"We'll come too!" Strikepaw yowled, spreading his white wings with gray patches, matching the rest of his fur.

Owlpaw took one last glimpse of the sun, and followed.


Sorry this was so short, really ;u;

I'll try making a longer one next time~