Here is chapter 3, i hope you all enjoy it and leave a lovely review. I hope everyone who reads this leaves a review because id like to know what my fanbase looks like lol. Well its not like anyone actually reads these things lol. How about if you read this chapter, leave a review and somewhere in it put in the word fuzzball. Lol then ill know you read this!


The moon hung high in the sky and the stars shone brightly overhead as the Thunderclan warriors made their way back to camp. Swiftpaw trudged sleepily into camp and to his nest in the apprentice's den. Curling up, he buried his nose in his fur, closing his eyes as darkness engulfed him.

Swiftpaw felt himself sinking, looking around he couldn't tell where he was all he could see was darkness. A chill crept through his pelt and his lungs burned as the air in his chest went stale.

He fought hard to open his mouth, to take in fresh clean air but despite his efforts he couldn't pull in a fresh breath.

His eyes began to sting as if he was underwater but he didn't feel wet and looking around he couldn't see any ripples that would be caused by moving water. Suddenly i felt his feet brush against something solid, he pushes against it and was once again floating in the airless darkness. He felt as though he were moving upwards but in the total darkness he couldn't tell. All of a sudden the moon appeared above him, casting a silver glow in the darkness.

In the pale light of the moon he could now see rippling water around him, he paddled weakly toward the moon, and hopefully toward the surface, his lungs screaming in pain. Despite the pain in his lungs he continued to paddle closes and closer towards the moon.

He was so close, could feel the crisp cold air on his whiskers as he broke the surface, he immediately took a deep breath feeling his lung rejoice at the clean crisp air, panic coursed through him as he felt something grip his back legs.

He looked down to see deep green vines wrapped around his hindlegs. He managed to sneak another quick breath before the vines dragged him back down to the depths.

As he was dragged deeper and deeper his lungs burned, his heart pounded and his vision darkened. For some reason he looked straight up to the moon as his vision began to go black, before the total darkness took him he witnessed bright green eyes appear.

Then darkness.

Swiftpaw jolted awake, his heart racing, staring into a pair of green eyes. For a moment his heart quickened at the sight of them before he realized the pair of eyes before him were all wrong. They weren't bright, but pale, they didn't have shimmering flecks of blue around the outer ring, but flecks of amber. And the voice belonging to these eyes was not soft and silky like honey, not like Moonpaw's.

"Finally your awake" the pale ginger and white she-cat before him meowed.

"What do you want Flowerpaw?" Swiftpaw grumbled, laying his head back down on his paws.

"Well since you have been sleeping like a badger all day Whitefog canceled my battle training today"

Swiftpaw snorted "And I care because?"

Flowerpaw growled "Because we were supposed to work on tactics for multiple foes together while Lichenpaw and Mosspaw were on patrol"

Swiftpaw rolled his eyes while she rambled on, unaware that he was barely listening. Instead his mind wanted to thoughts of the river and his dream.

"Maybe my dream was a warning" he thought "Maybe I should stay away from the border"

Hearing Flowerpaw clear her throat he looked up to see her watching him expectantly.

"What did you say?"

Flowerpaw sighed in frustration "I said that since you couldn't manage to wake up this morning we got stuck doing the cleaning around camp. We need to clear out the nursery and one of us needs to watch the kits while the other cleans. Which job do you want?"

"I'll clean" Swiftpaw wrinkled his nose at the idea as he stood to his paws, pushed pass Flowerpaw and stalked to the nursery. He blinked furiously as his eyes adjusted to the new-leaf mid-day sun. As he approached the nursery he could see Willowfall sharing prey with her mate Skyshine a few foxlengths away from the nursery. The sleek silver tabby's plump belly rose and fell contently with each breath as Skyshine slowly the groomed the fur behind her ears.

Swiftpaw sat beside the nursery entrance waiting as Flowerpaw joined him, Brightwing padded out her two kits scampering behind her.

"Alright" the white and gray queen purred "Who is kit-sitting?"

Before Flowerpaw could speak Swiftpaw flicked his tail and spoke "She is"

Brightwing nodded standing up, her tail tip flicking back and forth "I'm going on a hunting patrol to stretch my legs" she looked down, pulling the larger kit, Snowkit, away from Flowerpaw's tail. She looked down at him sternly and he scurried back to his brother.

"Icekit, Snowkit"

The two kits looked up at their mother innocently as she spoke.

"You had better behave for Flowerpaw and Swiftpaw" she gave them both a quick lick before trotting away. Snowkit watched her leave, his amber eyes glinting mischievously.

As soon as his mother was out of sight Snowkit turned to face his smaller brother Icekit. He waggled his haunches and launched himself at his brother, easily knocking him to the ground.

"Riverclan intruder" Snowkit shouted, pinning his brother down "I'm Snowstar, give in intruder". Icekit whimpered "I don't wanna be Riverclan, I'm always Riverclan!" Icekit leapt to his paws "I wanna be Icestar"

Swiftpaw snorted as the kits argued before speaking "Snowkit should be the intruder". Icekit smiled triumphantly as Swiftpaw took his side.

"Aww, why? I'm much stronger than Icekit, he should be the intruder!" the kit's white pelt fluffed out as he argued.

"Riverclan warriors are much larger than us" Swiftpaw pointed out "It would only make sense that Icekit be the Thunderclan warrior since he is smaller"

Snowkit pouted for a moment before facing Icekit again, much more interested in playing than in arguing "Alright I'll be the intruder" he crouched low before jumping on Icekit.

Flowerpaw purred loudly watching them play, turning around she set her pale green eyes on Swiftpaw "You're really good with kits" she complimented "You will be a great father"

Swiftpaw stepped back "Yeah, I guess" before Flowerpaw could speak again and make him anymore uncomfortable he slipped into the nursery. Looking around in the dim nursery Swiftpaw saw that Willowfall and Brightwing's nests had already been rolled into neat piles and placed by the entrance.

"Brightwing must have tricked Snowkit and Icekit into cleaning up the bedding" Swiftpaw thought amusedly, he remembered how eager he had been to become and apprentice when he was a kit and how any chore he could do felt as though it was bringing him closer to his 6th moon.

Swiftpaw easily pushed the used bedding behind the nursery, as he came back around he saw Flowerpaw had everything under control with the kits.

"I'm going to get more bedding from behind the medicine den" without waiting for a response before trotting across camp. He stalked behind the medicine den grumbling to himself before spotting his brother's blue and white pelt.

"Hazepaw" he called, bounding over to where his brother was rummaging through moss.

Hazepaw looked up at him and smiled "Hey Swiftpaw" he greeted "What do you need? Does your paw hurt? Because I know what to do!" he meowed excitedly.

Swiftpaw covered his brother's mouth with his tail "I'm fine" he purred "I'm just grabbing some bedding for the nursery"

"I thought you were supposed to be battle training today"

Swiftpaw shrugged "Nah, I slept in too long"

Hazepaw nodded "Well maybe Lionstreak will take you out later" he meowed hopefully.

Swiftpaw rolled his eyes "Yeah right, he is too busy mooning after Petalblossom"

Hazepaw shrugged "She is a pretty cat and it is that time, everyone is catching new-leaf fever. You have got the same look on your face as every other cat; I sure hope the lucky she-cat isn't Flowerpaw"

Swiftpaw rolled his eyes uncomfortably "Yeah right"

Hazepaw shrugged again as Swiftpaw lifted some bedding in his jaws "Whatever you say"

Swiftpaw rolled his eyes and padded back towards the nursery, he stalked past Flowerpaw not looking at her as she waved him over, instead determined to finish his duties for the day. He swiftly set up two clean nests in the nursery and padded back outside. Looking up at the sky his heart sunk, seeing the sky growing darker and the sun sinking lower in the sky. It was nearly sunset.

Suddenly Swiftpaw felt as though he was standing at a crossroads. He had two choices, either he could continue with his duties and forget about his chance meeting with Moonpaw. Continue life as it is, with no excitement, no chance of adventure. If he chose this path he would probably settle down with Flowerpaw or one of her sisters, raise a couple kits and retire to the elders den when the time came as a respectable and loyal warrior of Thunderclan.

Swiftpaw turned around looking at the camp entrance longingly. Or he could walk out of the camp, and take a leap of faith. Take a chance that maybe this path would be what starclan had intended for him. A life of mystery, adventure and maybe even a little danger. An unknown and possibly a happier future.

Swiftpaw glanced towards the warriors den where his father and mother lay, sharing tongues and grooming each other in the dying light of the sunset. Swiftpaw spotted Hazepaw heading toward the camp entrance and bounded over, he reached his brother just before he was out of camp breathing heavily he meowed.

"Hazepaw, I need your help"