Next Chapter, yay! One of my stories actually has a chapter one! X3

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Chapter One

Brokenpaw slid out into the pine forest, behind him padded his mentor, Sorrelmask. Most toms from other clans thought her to be beautiful, but those of ShadowClan knew what she was like. Sorrelmask was a vile creature, cared for nothing but her pride, but she did have a soft spot for her apprentice though. After all he was her best friend's son.

"Are you ready Brokenpaw?" she questioned, a growl deep in her throat.

He nodded firmly. It was his final assessment; he wouldn't deny or delay it for all the prey in the around the lake.

Sorrelmask flicked her tail and she bounded away from the camp and her apprentice.

Going in another direction, Brokenpaw found himself on the trail of a squirrel. Steadily, the scent grew stronger until her reached the border of ThunderClan and ShadowClan. There sitting so close to the border, its scent practically masked by the border markers, was the squirrel. It just sat there, chewing on a seed.

Brokenpaw licked his lips, almost tasting the creature's succulent flesh. Sticking to the shadows, his dark tabby pelt nearly invisible, the apprentice approached the squirrel. Once close enough, he dropped into a crouch.

Just as Brokenpaw was about to pounce something startled the squirrel and it darted across the border and up a tree. Hissing in annoyance, Brokenpaw was just about to turn away when a voice held him back.

"Don't even think about it," a familiar voice growled.

Out of the bushes on the ThunderClan side of the border, came a patrol of three cats, Nightstorm, the ThunderClan deputy, Rainheart and Brackenfrost, two newly appointed warriors. Brackenfrost had been the one to speak.

"Think about what?" Brokenpaw retorted.

The warrior's tail lashed back and forth. "You know what I mean."

Digging his claws into the ground, Brokenpaw hissed, "I wasn't going to go over the border and steal prey! I'm not an ignorant kit!" His fur stood on end and his lips were curled back into a snarl, Brokenpaw struggled to control himself.

Now the ThunderClan deputy stepped forward. "Brackenfrost, back down! The last thing we need you to do is to pick a fight," she scorned. Then turning to the ShadowClan apprentice, Nightstorm growled, "Be wary of our borders, apprentice, we are not as kind as we used to be." With a flick of her tail, the patrol continued on.

He watched as the patrol disappeared behind a wall of brambles, contempt gleaming in his amber eyes, then he turned away himself. Soon enough Brokenpaw caught the scent of rat.

Stupid ThunderClan cats! They've been weak ever since that Firestar became leader! His thoughts spat.

Brokenpaw had heard the stories of the fire-pelted leader from the elders at gatherings. From everything he had heard the leader was no better than hedgehogs in leaf-bare. Brokenpaw gave a quick swipe at the rat, flinging it into the air and caught it in his jaws, relishing the crunch of the things snapped back. Burying his catch, he headed off into another part of the forest.

Three rats and a starling were clamped tightly in his jaws when Brokenpaw returned to camp. His mentor sat quietly at the entrance, her green gaze shining brightly under half shut eyelids. He hesitated before stopping in front of Sorrelmask and setting his catch at her paws.

Her face grew serious when he sat before her. "Well done," she grunted, then grabbed the rats that Brokenpaw let fall from his jaws, while he carried in the starling.

When he entered the clearing he saw the clan busy sharing tongues. Sorrelmask had already deposited the prey onto the fresh-kill pile and was trotting over to Cloudstar, who was sitting with her daughter, Moonbeam.

What if she mentions my encounter with the ThunderClan patrol? Did she see it in the wrong way? Did she see it at all? Worries sped through Brokenpaw's mind; that was soon interrupted by his mother's voice.

"Brokenpaw! Oh, how was your assessment? I'm sure you did great! How's your tail? Oh, it looks swollen! Should I get Icebreath? Or Larkpaw?" Silentwhisker fussed.

Brokenpaw groaned, "Honestly, I'm fine mother. My tail hasn't been in pain since I was a kit."

It was true; his tail hadn't been in pain since he had almost fallen off that rock just outside of the camp when he was a kit. His father had found him in time to catch his tail before he fell and did some serious damage on himself. Unfortunately that led to a broken tail and a clan of suspicious cats. They believed he was a reincarnation of the tyrannical Brokenstar. That could get rather frustrating.

Still, Silentwhisker fussed and licked his fur flat against his will. Brokenpaw fussed and groaned, but his mother didn't give up. She didn't stop until she had finished. His spirits sunk when he heard Leafpaw and Frostpaw snickering by the apprentices' den.

"There," she beamed approvingly.

Brokenpaw grumbled under his breath. Ears drooping, he stalked away from Silentwhisker. Stalking past the snickering apprentices and over to the fresh-kill pile he plucked up one of the rats he had caught and sat down to eat it in a secluded and shady part of the camp.

Shortly after Brokenpaw had finished his meal he saw Sorrelmask, Rushtail, and Cloudstar walk out from the leader's den. His mentor nodded to him, an unreadable gleam in her eyes, and then she turned away to the warriors den.

It was quiet for the rest of the day, until dusk. The sun had just slipped to the top of the horizon when Cloudstar clawed her way up to the lowest branch of the tree where she made her announcements.

"Those old enough to catch their own prey join around me!" she yowled, her cry echoing around the clearing.

Not long after she made the call, the clan was gathered below her, eyes shining with eagerness. Cloudstar looked down proudly at her clan.

"It has come to my attention that an apprentice is worthy of receiving his rank among the warriors," she bellowed. "Brokenpaw, could you come forward?"

Brokenpaw was aware of all eyes turning towards him and his ears burned hot with embarrassment. Still, he mustered up the courage to step up to the tree as his leader slipped down to his level.

"I call upon our warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice and see that he has grown into a fine warrior. So, I hereby name you, Brokenpaw, a warrior under StarClan, Brokentail!" Cloudstar rested her chin on the newly named warrior.

The call of his new name was a little hesitated but it did come. "Brokentail! Brokentail!"

Brokentail puffed out his chest proudly, his amber eyes glistening. Just as cats started to surround him with congratulations the world turned black.

Mist swirled around Brokentail's paws it was an eerie mist that seemed thicker than usual. He could hear cats yowling in terror and battle cries sounding so close that his ears started ringing. Paws thumped around him and the sounds of dying breaths could be heard.

Brokentail whirled around, trying to find the sources of the horrible sounds. "I'm here! I can help! Where are you?" His calls didn't get far, he could tell. They seemed to be sucked up by the swirling mist. What's happening!

With a start, the warrior noticed a pair of gleaming orange eyes staring straight at him. The end of this world is coming to an end. A new one is coming, one of blood and violence…

I know I messed up the naming ceremony, but I had no reference to refer to. Sorry 'bout that. And I know I didn't put Larkpaw in the alliance, he is the medicine cat apprentice, he's pure black. Review? 8D