Disclaimer: I do not own warriors, Erin Hunter does.

O.K. Well, this is Chapter Two. It's in Goldenkit's POV. I hope you like it. It's about four hundred words longer than the first. Enjoy.

Chapter Two

"Meeting dismissed." That was it. Bramblestar ended the Clan meeting. Goldenkit glanced around the clearing, taking in the scene. Most of the cats were going back to their regular duties. Petalpaw and Ashpaw, the two new apprentices, were looking excited. Their mentors, Doveheart and Berrynose, padded up to them. Goldenkit watched as the four cats left the camp, probably to explore the territory.

As the patrol exited the camp, Cherrypaw, Molepaw, and Mosspaw, the older apprentices, settled beside the fresh-kill pile, sharing a large thrush. Near them, Sandstorm and her daughters, Leafpool and Squirrelflight, were sharing tongues. Goldenkit wondered if they were glad to be warriors and elders. Leafpool and Sandstorm were elders, while Squirrelflight was still an active warrior. Goldenkit had wondered why Leafpool didn't just become a regular warrior, instead of becoming an elder.

A hunting patrol, consisting of Spiderleg, Whitewing, Ivypool, and Birchfall, passed by. Goldenkit noticed that all the members of the patrol were related. Sooner or later, the whole Clan is going to be related. Then what?

Goldenkit turned her eyes to her sisters, Hollykit and Honeykit. They were chatting about how they wished they were apprentices. Goldenkit wanted to be one as well, but she knew better. They had two more moons to wait. Bramblestar had announced that.

"I wish we were apprentices, too!" Honeykit whined. "Then I could begin training as a warrior to become leader a lot quicker." Goldenkit knew that Honeykit wanted to become a leader of the Clan when she grew older. But, what were the chances?

"But we can't," Hollykit informed their sister. "It's against the warrior code. Unless the Clan needs more apprentices, which we don't, then we won't become apprentices until we are six moons."

Annoyed by Hollykit's love for the warrior code, Goldenkit meowed to the two she-cats, "Besides, what kind of apprentices would we be anyway. We're too small to begin training." Turning to Honeykit, she added, "And why would you want to become leader? Being a medicine cat would be much more fun." Goldenkit watched as both Hollykit and Honeykit stared at her, eyes wide and mouths hanging wide open. She knew they were wondering why she wanted to be a medicine cat, instead of a warrior.

But the truth was that she found the life a warrior quite boring. All the warrior ever did was patrol, hunt, and fight. They never got to know the satisfaction of speaking with StarClan ever half-moon. Or how they knew what herbs were to be used. Heck, Goldenkit knew that some would actually kill themselves with herbs if they were alone- and sick.

"So, you want to be a medicine cat apprentice?" Hollykit asked. Goldenkit nodded, and Honeykit gaped at her. What's wrong with wanting to be a medicine cat? Hollykit seemed to be searching for a reply. Something she could use. Goldenkit wanted to escape to the nursery, that way she didn't have to answer questions that would make her feel uncomfortable.

All Hollykit could manage to say for her loss of words was, "Why?" Then, finding more words, she said quickly, "Why a medicine cat? Isn't that boring?"

"Besides, Jayfeather already has an apprentice!" Honeykit blurted out. "What would Mosspaw do with his life if you become the next medicine cat?" Goldenkit wished that Mosspaw wasn't the medicine cat apprentice. He would be a much better warrior than a medicine cat. Goldenkit would be the medicine cat, not him. StarClan would not allow it. If they didn't want her to be the next medicine cat, then why put the longing in her heart? Why? Because I know StarClan wants me as the medicine cat. Not that stupid Mosspaw.

Goldenkit answered, "It's in the paws of StarClan. And if they do not want me to be a medicine cat, then so shall it be. I cannot change the will of StarClan. None of us can." But I hope their will is that they want me to communicate with them as a medicine cat, with the knowledge of herbs in my memory.

Just as Honeykit was about to say something, a cat padded up to them. It was Cinderheart, their mother. Goldenkit could tell that she looked a lot like Lionblaze, while Honeykit looked a lot like Cinderheart. But Hollykit didn't look like either; she looked like no one in family. Nobody.

"Kits, time to come in the nursery. You need to rest after being out most of the day," Cinderheart told them. Goldenkit sighed. It was only a little past sunhigh, but their mother was always wanting them to nap in the afternoon. She followed Honeykit into the nursery, Hollykit at her paws. It was their regular line-up. Honeykit first, then Goldenkit, then Hollykit. It never changed. Never.

Goldenkit entered the nursery, the warm air brushing against her fur. It was always warm in the nursery. The warriors wanted to make sure that the queens and kits were comfortable.

"Do we really need to sleep?" Honeykit questioned their mother. "Do we really?" Goldenkit wanted the rest, so why did her sister have to complain? At least Hollykit was quiet and not complaining like she usually did. Hollykit was the one who usually argued with Cinderheart. Not Honeykit. Honeykit must really not be tired.

"Yes!" Goldenkit snapped. She always got crabby when she was tired. And the others knew not to mess with her when she was crabby. "We need to nap. Got it?" she asked through clenched teeth. Honeykit nodded, and Hollykit just stood there. She seemed to be dead on her paws. She really was tired.

Cinderheart nudged them to their nest, and Goldenkit happily obeyed. She settled into the moss, then closed her eyes. Sleep washed over her like a wave.

When she awoke, it was just setting to dusk. Hollykit and Honeykit were still sleeping, flanks rising and falling. She didn't need to disturb them. She didn't need them to mess up her plans.

Goldenkit sneaked out of the nursery, careful not to wake anyone. Cinderheart and Briarfern were asleep as well, and they didn't need to know what she was capable of. The dusk patrol had already left the camp, so the only cat out was Cloudtail, the guard. Creeping carefully, she entered the medicine den.

"Hey, Goldenkit," Mosspaw greeted her. Scenting the air, Goldenkit found that Jayfeather was not in the den.

"Where's Jayfeather?" she asked, trying to fake curiosity. It seemed to have the affect she wanted. Mosspaw fell right into her trap. Perfect.

"Oh, he's out collecting herbs. He won't be back until moonhigh," Mosspaw answered. "But he went over to the WindClan border. And comfrey grows best by the ShadowClan border." Goldenkit could see this was the perfect opportunity for her.

She meowed quietly, "Do you need more comfrey?" Mosspaw nodded, and she purred on the inside. "Because I could come with you and help collect some." She looked hopefully at the medicine cat apprentice. Mosspaw seemed to be considering her offer, and that made her almost jump with hope. Would he let her come?

"Well," he began uncertainly, "if you think you won't get in trouble for it, then..O.K." He exited the den and Goldenkit followed. Everything was going perfectly.

They exited the camp, and Goldenkit was grateful that Cloudtail didn't give her a second look. He didn't even notice her. Perfect! Perfect!

Mosspaw veered off to a deeper part of the forest, and a foul smell hit her nose. It reeked badly.

"What is that?" Goldenkit gagged. Mosspaw chuckled. She wondered what was wrong with the tom.

"That's ShadowClan. Remember this scent. When you become a warrior, you'll need to remember that way you know who is the enemy," Mosspaw informed her. Goldenkit bristled at his last sentence. She was going to be a medicine cat. Not a stupid warrior.

"Are you sure I'll be a warrior?" she asked the medicine cat apprentice. "Because I see myself as Jayfeather's future apprentice."

"But I'm his apprentice already. You and I can't both be his apprentices," Mosspaw told her. Goldenkit took a step forward, teeth bared back in a snarl. Mosspaw was wrong, dead wrong. She would be Jayfeather's apprentice. Not him.

"Well I can fix that," she hissed to him, stepping even closer. Then, she pounced.

Okay, the next chappie will be in Honeykit's POV. Goldenkit is actually fun to write about. I love her dark, but lovable, personality. It fits her. What happens to Mosspaw? Find out next chapter. BYE.

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~Opal~