Fernfoot gazed at her new apprentice, Larchpaw who was sitting with his sister, Silverpaw had something different about her ever since she became a medicine cat apprentice yesturday. Her brothers and sister were proud warrior apprentices, they questioned the reason that she'd decided to become a medicine cat apprentice in the first place. Rosefur had already tought the young she-cat the basic's, like cobwebs for bleeding control on a deep wound. Greenpaw had developed a temper, which never was a good thing in an apprentice, it made leaders and deputies unsure of their future but, Poppycloud agreed to talk to him about it, maybe the young tom would listen to his mother. Yellowpaw was calm, like her sister Silverpaw but, also had a small temper even though it wasn't as bad as her brothers temper. They better learn their place soon. . Fernfoot thought angrily, not relizing her lips were drawn back in a snarl. "Fernfoot?" A mew sounded from behind the deputy, she spun around to see who it was that called her name. She quickly reconized who it was. Willowpaw.
"Is everything okay Willowpaw?" Snowstar mewed, her deputy by her side since the apprentice begged to tell Snowstar, and Fernfoot something honored the apprentices wishes, she hadn't been so nervous before about anything. Willowpaw looked at her leader and gulped, "I smelt a fox near the camp, its fresh. ." Snowstar growled, she wasn't proud to know of the fox being scented at this point in the year, it was almost leaf-bare. The snow would fall heavily, and the kits of the clan would have troubles with the freezing cold weather. Snowstar growled, she looked at Fernfoot, "Take a patrol with Willowpaw," She turned to the apprentice. "Show them where you scented it." Both cats nodded, and left the den as Snowstar dismissed them. I was wise, She thought, Fernfoot has been a good deputy, and soon Silverpaw will surpass Rosefur as medicine cat. The time of silver has begun. Snowstar stayed inside her den, lost in thought. No cat knew what she was planning, nor what she was thinking.
(Begining of the next chapter) The icey wind ruffled her pelt, surely she could sleep in this of all mornings. The den was dark, the light of dawn couldn't reach this far into the warm cozy dark space, she had slept here instead of inside the apprentices den with her brothers and sister. A scent filled the den, the young she-cat sniffed the air, and noticed it had belonged to her mentor. Rosefur. As she looked around she noticed the elderly medicine cat was asleep in her nest, breatheing smoothly. I wont wake her. Silverpaw thought, she stood to her paws and felt her belly growl with hunger, the she-cat padded into the camps clearing smelling the leaf-bare air. Willowpaw was sitting next to her mentor, Dapplepelt, the warrior was praising her for what she had found the day before. The scent of fox, it was said to be fresh, and now that they've lured the fox into a trap she'd been called a hero. Dasiytails kits were only two moons, they would easily be killed by a massive fox. She sighed as she caught sight of her brother, Greenpaw. His mentor Heavyfoot was teaching him how to fight before anything else, incase they needed the toms assistance in a battle. "Silverpaw!" Fernfoot called to her, the WinterClan deputy padded over to her, Larchpaw by her side. "Snowstar thinks you should train for battle, incase you must defend yourself if we're attacked inside camp. You'll be with me, Larchpaw, Willowpaw, Heavyfoot, Greenpaw, Adderclaw, Seedpaw, and Brownfur." Fernfoot noticed the gleam inside the apprentices eyes, "Yes Fernfoot. But, I must go tell Rosefur."
Padding back inside the medicine den, Silverpaw noticed Rosefur was awakened, gazing at her young apprentice. A kind soul shone in the medicine cats yellow eyes, "Where are you off too Silverpaw?" she mewed lightly, her yellow gaze not being taken off her apprentice. Silverpaw dipped her head, "Fernfoot said Snowstar wants me to learn how to fight today, is this okay Rosefur?" Silverpaw answered, she didn't want to upset her mentor so she made sure her tone was nice and calm. The she-cat sat up, licking her paw and washing her face. Between licks Silverpaw could make out what she was saying, "Good. Listen carefully, or acient ansestors would want this. Especially Spottedleaf." Who was Spottedleaf? This cat hadn't been metioned to her before, not even by the elders. Was she a warrior from StarClan who watched over only medicine cats?
