Nightpaw ran over to her mother and father. "Mama! Pa! Are you proud of me?" Mewed Nightpaw, her amber eyes gleaming with excitement and pride. Firewing purred, "Nightpaw, darling, we will always be proud of you whatever happens. Me and your father can't wait to see your progress you make in training. Anyway, your father is going to be training Waterpaw alongside you." Nightpaw purred as her father flicked his tail over Nightpaw's ear playfully and mewed, "Go and see if Grayclaw wants you to do anything. I have to go and talk to Waterpaw." Nightpaw nodded and walked over to her mentor. Looking at him she wondered what kind of mentor he would be. His bulky gray figure gave the impression of a harsh, no-nonsense type but his personality was that of a young kit's and in the short time Nightkit had been alive she had seen him do a lot of silly things. He even played with her and Waterkit a few times!
"Grayclaw," Nightpaw mewed, looking up at her new mentor, "are we going to go out today?" The tabby looked down at the small silver she-cat.
"Me and Moonpelt are going to give you apprentices a tour of FoxClan's territory." he meowed walking towards the camp entrance with Nightpaw at his heels. "Come on Moonpelt. Your daughter wants to see the world. Grab your apprentice and we'll go!"
Moonpelt was sitting, talking to a few other warriors when he turned around and walked over to Grayclaw. "Waterpaw!" he called, "We are going out to see the terriorty!"
Waterpaw raced over and sat down beside Nightpaw waiting to leave.
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"This is FoxClan's border but beyond here is the Threerocks which house the Gatherings and even a few battles in the past." meowed Grayclaw looking into BlueberryClan territory. Suddenly, they heard a hiss behind them and Nightpaw spun around to see a pair of glowing orange eyes. Moonpelt shoved the two new apprentices behind him and Grayclaw, the two warriors taking a defensive stance. A black shape slinks out of the shadows reveal an old tom. Nightpaw didn't recognise the tom's woody and strong scent. Her tabby tail fluffed up to twice its size, she was ready for a battle. Nightpaw was shaking all over. The tom, despite being old, was battle scarred with old blood stained on his black pelt.
"Lostpaw," growled Grayclaw, "Leave FoxClan territory. Or we will be forced to fight you." The black cat, now named Lostpaw, growled and slid closer.
"The only reason I'm here is because the Twolegs have built in my field so I have no place to live. Since the other clans have refused me, I wondered if you may take me in for a moon or two while I find a new place," Lostpaw snarled, the annoyance and anger obvious in his amber gaze.
Grayclaw looked to Moonpelt, the two seemed to have a silent conversation before Grayclaw finally mewed to Lostpaw. "You may come to FoxClan but you will be a prisoner until Lightstar lets you either join the elders for a limited time or you leave. If you try anything, we will not hesitate to hurt you." the bulky gray tom growled through clenched teeth.
"I'm guessing that "we" means you, a weak warrior and two untrained apprentices. I'd have no trouble handling you lot if I didn't need a place to sleep for a few moons." Lostpaw growled but showed no signs of aggression other than his tone. Grayclaw narrowed his eyes but said nothing as he flicked his tail to the group of cats around him and walked off towards camp.
Nightpaw hurried off towards her mentor with Waterpaw by her side. "Who's this Lostpaw? You always knew every story before you knew how to walk so I have a hunch that you know his story. Water?" Nightpaw hissed quietly in Waterpaw's ear.
Waterpaw nodded and leaned over to Nightpaw's ear and whispered, "Get ready for a story, Night. He was a WoodClann apprentice who turned evil and killed his mentor days before his warrior ceremony. He was cast out and sent into a rouge's life. He lived in a field by Twolegsplace but his field has been destroyed apparently. There are rumours that he is related to Tigerstar of the nightmarish Dark Forest."
Nightpaw scoffed, "We all know that the Dark Forest doesn't exist. It's just a tale made to scare kits."
"Stop gossiping and hurry up!" yowled Moonpelt from camp as the two apprentices walked through the layer of reeds that serves as a camp wall.