I really enjoyed writing Chapter One. So I'll work on Chapter two. More reviews would be loved!
Abyss stared at Longstar, interest prickling his paws. A warrior! He was struck with desire . . . and fear. "D-do you mean it?" He asked, his eyes glowing. What an honor! "I accept, I would love to join your Clan!" Abyss looked up, his eyes shining.
"Consider, young one. Is this what you want?" Longstar seemed to see the burning desire in Abyss' eyes. "We shall hold the ceremony at moonhigh."
Moonhigh:
"I Longstar, leader of ThunderClan call upon our warrior ancestors to look down upon this young cat. He is of age to begin his warrior training, and though he does not come from the forest we shall honor his bravery. He shall be known as Barleypaw." Longstar paused, "and I shall be his mentor." (an. I made up how to do the ceremony, because Barleypaw is diff.)
Longstar lept from the Highrock and touched noses with the young cat, he backed away, his eyes shining.
"Barleypaw!" Came a pawfull of calls, most cats just glanced at the young apprentice warily.
Longstar dipped his head in farewell and retreated to his den.
Bluepaw trotted over to Barleypaw, purring. Her friends Whitepaw, Lionpaw, and Tigerpaw flanked her. "Well done, Barleypaw!" She rubbed her head affectionately against his neck.
"I'm glad we have another apprentice to train with!" The senior apprentice, Whitepaw, spoke up. He nudged Tigerpaw, who had stood stark silent through the ceremony.
He lifted a lip and sneered, "yes, a nice rogue to train with. How exciting!" He looked at the black-and-white cat and sniffed "you reek of crowfood," he looked at Lionpaw, who shrugged.
"I guess it doesn't matter what he smells like, just as long as he knows the warrior code." Lionpaw, rose his glossy golden head, eyeing the new apprentice, "but who knows, he may turn out better than you think."
Tigerpaw glowered and stalked away, calling to his closest friend Redpaw as he went. The cat looked up from the pile of fresh-kill, his ginger tail flicking as he hurried to catch up with Tigerpaw, who sat, muttering to his ally.
Bluepaw snorted, "don't worry about him, he can be cranky." She looked over at Redpaw, "and Redpaw is just nice to any cat, so he's not trying to be rude."
As if on cue the tom walked up, flicking his tail in greeting, "Welcome, Barleypaw!" He looked at the new addition closely, "I think that you will be a fine ThunderClan cat!"
Tigerpaw snorted from across the camp.
Longstar reared back, shoving Barleypaw off of him. The tom hissed as he got a mouthfull of sand, he stood, spitting. "Be swift, young one!" Longstar daunted, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
Barleypaw barrled towards Longstar, his claws flinging up clouds of sand, he lept, landing on Longstar's back. Longstar gave a yowl and turned over, crushing the breath out of Barleypaw, who sat up, blinking.
"Very good!" Longstar coughed. It was Barleypaw's sixth sunrise of training, and he stared at his mentor happily.
But Longstar had sat down, his tail wrapped tightly about his legs. His eyes were closed and when he opened them there was a gleam of determination. "Barleypaw," he called. "There's something that I would like to share with you."
"Yes?" Barleypaw prompted.
"I-I am on my last life. I thought that you, as my apprentice should know this." Longstar looked down. "It is the will of StarClan that I tell you."
"Thank you for sharing this with me," Barleypaw looked at his mentor, his eyes gleaming with admiration. He looked on wistfully.
Longstar interrupted his thoughts; "I would like you to hunt before returning to camp." And with that he was gone.
Barleypaw opened his mouth, drawing the air over his scent glands. The tender scent of mouse hit him and he crouched, ready to spring. But then another scent hit him; one all too familiar. Scourge!
