By the way, this is in the Old Forest. Just thought you should know.

Blue Artkitty - I really appreciate the advice, and I won't kill her off. Yet. *laughs evily and eats chocolate*

Stormthatwhirlsthroughheart - Fangkit is adorable, isn't she?

The Mighty Silverblaze - *waves* Hi, Destinyheart. And this chapter reveals the answer.

Tye Dye Tail - You'll find out.

Rainstorm of Rainwing - Perhaps. . . .

I don't own Warriors.

My answer: Well since I know what's going to happen, I'll say that -

*whispering sounds*

Okay, my manager says I cannot reveal anything. Enjoy this chapter.


When we got back to camp, the hollow was in an uproar. Ravencall ran over, his eyes bright with worry. "What happened?"

"We were attacked by a fox -"

"What! Why we're you two out of camp in the first place?!" Ravencall hissed, his eyes blazing with anger. I realized it wasn't anger at me, though. He was angry with himself, at least, that's what I got. I was speechless. Why did we leave camp? I couldn't even remember. He stalked over to the medicine den where Yellowstorm had disappeared into with Honeykit. I sat down, ears flat, head down, tail limp in the dusty dirt.

Sometime later, Mist and Owlpaw returned, each carrying a rabbit. Owlpaw went to my side. "Want to share?" When he saw my downcast expression, his voice softened. "What's wrong?"

"It was my fault! I'm the one who suggested going out of camp! I'm the one who suggested we hunt! I'm the one who injured Honeykit!" I turned my head away. "Now I'm not even sure if she'll live."

Owlpaw pressed his nose into her flank. "I'm sorry, but it isn't completely your fault. Honeykit knew what might happen."

"Doesn't change anything." I licked his ear. "How was your day?"

"I thought it was bad when I stepped on a thorn," he lifted his paw, revealing a tiny puncture wound that was half healed, "but after hearing this, it was pretty good."

I cocked my head. "Good, I think?" I stood up. "I'm going to check up on Honeykit." I padded into the cleft that made up the medicine den, wincing at the sharp scent of blood. I pushed through the heather curtain, entering the main part, almost a cave. I could just barely make out Ravencall curled around Honeykit. Mintkit was in the farthest part of the den, murmuring excitedly to Stormgaze. I thought they were

I guess I'm not needed here. As I turned around to go back outside, Ravencall whispered, "Fangkit, would you come here?" I gulped. Well, this is it. Goodbye, cruel world. I went over to him, head and tail down. I didn't know for sure if he would kill me, in fact, I knew it was less likely than him not killing me, but judging from his reaction earlier, he might. To my surprise, he licked me between the ears as gently as Silvermoon used to. I guess he isn't going to kill me. "Come in here."

"But Honeykit -"

"She'll be fine. Stormgaze her shoulder will heal perfectly, but it will take a while." He added, "You know, you two are lucky we haven't gotten snow this Leaf-bare, or we never would've found you."

"I guess." Hopefully there isn't another drought. Not so soon. I slowly entered the little mound of fur. Ravencall stretched to include me to the circle. "Ravencall, do you miss Silvermoon?"

"With every hair on my pelt, but I'm glad she saved you."

"Do you wish Eelkit was still here and not a kittypet?" I closed my eyes, waiting.

Ravencall didn't answer immediately. I was starting to think he wasn't going to when he mewed, "More than I could ever explain."


Something hitting my face woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw a golden leg on my muzzle. "Honyfit, geth oth me!"

"Oh, sorry." I scrambled to my paws, rubbing my nose. "What happened?" Honeykit asked. Her fur was clean, but there was still a poultice on her shoulder. Ravencall was gone, probably on patrol.

I licked a paw, trying to look nonchalant. "A fox attack. I fought it off singlepawed."

"Really? Ravencall also told me what happened."

"I might've had some help." I shrugged. "Besides, you're the one who stepped on my face."

Honeykit tumbled out of the nest. "I said I'm sorry. By the way Ravencall said he'd be back by Sunhigh for your apprentice ceremony."

That stopped me in my tracks. I climbed from the moss and heather. "What do you mean my apprentice ceremony?"

"Well I can't be an apprentice quite yet and we're both six moons old." Honeykit's eyes were bright with happiness, but I could see the disappointment in those green depths.

I shuffled my paws. "I could wait until you're better before I become an apprentice."

Honeykit licked at the slimy green stuff on her shoulder, wrinkling her nose and drawing away. "No. Don't hold it off for me. I'll be an apprentice soon enough. Just do it."

"It's my fault you got hurt in the first place." Honeykit glared at me so fiercely that I mumbled, "Fine." I walked to the entrance of the den, pausing so Honeykit could catch up. "Are you sure? We always said we would become apprentices and warriors together. I'd be leader, you'd be deputy."

Honeykit replied, panting slightly, "We could still do the leader and deputy thing together. Besides, I won't be behind forever. Maybe I'll be leader and you deputy."

"Maybe, Honeyclawstar." I licked her nose and ducked outside and into the light. The first thing I did was go into the nursery and take out the scrap of fur. I wrapped it in a piece of moss and went to the apprentices' den, putting it under a medium-sized rock. I'll put it in my new nest later. I then went to Hazelfur's kit, Daisykit. She was almost four moons old and half my size, so either I was big for a kit, or she was small. Either way, I was still much smaller than Robinpaw. "Hi, Daisykit."

Her yellow eyes, so much like her mother's, were wide like always as she mewled, "Hello, Fangkit. I heard you're going to be an apprentice tonight."

I lapped at my pelt, spending plenty of time cleaning the white mark that gave me my name. "I am." Finally.

"Wow. I can't wait until I become an apprentice. Being a kit is so boring."

I purred and watched her bound away toward Tawnykit and Robinpaw. I couldn't hear their conversation, but I could tell Tawnykit was getting annoyed. Without warning, the older kit shoved Daisykit roughly to the ground. She snarled in the cream-colored kit's face. Anger surged through me and I darted forward, stepping between the two. "What are you thinking, Tawnykit?" I bared my teeth, looming over her. I had grown protective over Daisykit, as she was the main target of Tawnykit's "practical jokes." I growled, "You don't treat kits like that! Use your brain." I turned to Daisykit, who was sniffling on the ground, trembling, and nudged her away, glaring back at Tawnykit. The bully had her face buried in Robinpaw's shoulder, pretending to cry. I rolled my eyes and settled by Daisykit. "You okay?"

Daisykit rubbed her eyes with a small paw. "Yeah. You were great! Tawnykit was all like, 'You're an annoying furball' and you were like, 'Back away, meanie' and Tawnykit is a coward compared to you."

I felt hot under my fur with embarrassment and pleasure. "Thank you. Why don't you go play with Mistlekit? He isn't rude like his sister." Daisykit nodded, a huge smile on her face, and raced over to where Mistlekit was eating a small meadow vole.

I went back to grooming my dusty pelt with long strokes of my tongue. I made a face at the taste, but continued on until I was convinced every speck was gone. I looked in one of the last puddles from a recent rainstorm; in the sunshine, my fur shimmered like the glossy feathers on a raven's wing and the white splash looked like a single star in the sky. Acornclaw, one of the younger warriors who had been watching for a little while, meowed, "You're fur looks beautiful by the way, Fangkit."

I didn't reply with words, just smiled. The face in the water smiled back, amber eyes glowing. It was the first time in moons I had looked at my reflection. My fur was sleeker already than most kits would be at six moons, my ears looked almost too big, my muzzle was longer, long strong legs and tail, and my face was broader like an owl's, rimmed with thick fur. Honeykit looked exactly the opposite with smaller, dainty ears and a narrow face with thinner fur. Ravencall looked like Honeykit, or more the other way around, as did the other WindClan cats. Why do I look different? I'll question Ravencall about it later. Today's a special day.

Suddenly I saw a flash of brown fur, the scent of water and another weird odor hanging on it. I recognized it as the very faint scent that I could only smell deep in Silvermoon's pelt. Before I could get anymore from it, it vanished, scent and all. Confused, I sniffed around, but I could smell nothing the was remotely like it. I flicked my tail in confusion, but a flash of black fur interrupted my thinking. Ravencall was trotting over with a rabbit. He put the rabbit down and murmured, "You look like your mother, but with different fur and eyes."

"About that, why do I look different than the other cats in WindClan? The only things that we share in body shape is lithe frame, long legs and tail. Even my fur is slightly different."

Ravencall shuffled his paws. "I guess I was going to have to tell you eventually. You're mother, Silvermoon, was once a RiverClan warrior, her brother Eelblaze too. They came here together."

I thought over what he said. I'm half-Clan? "How come no one said anything?"

"We didn't think we'd need to. It happened so long ago anyway." Ravencall licked me between the ears. "Other than those differences, you're WindClan through and through."

"At least I'm not ThunderClan."

Ravencall glanced up. "I think it's time for your ceremony."

I turned around as Swiftstar yowled, "All cats old enough to catch rabbits, gather beneath the Tallrock for a Clan meeting." He waited for the Clan the converge on the rock. "Two kits have reached the age of six moons. While Honeykit cannot become an apprentice due to an injury, Fangkit can. Come to the Tallrock, young one." I glanced back at Ravencall and Honeykit, both nodded encouragingly, and padded through the crowd, head and tail high. "Until you receive your warrior name you will be known as Fangpaw. Skyclaw, you have trained cats before and I trust you with your new apprentice.

I couldn't help but feel disappointed. Skyclaw was a great warrior, feared by other Clans for her ability to take down anyone when they retreat, but she was old. Gray hairs lined her muzzle and her fur was getting patchy. I guess I should be lucky that I'm not getting punished by waiting, though. The almost-elder's stinky breath billowed around me in a cloud as her nose collided painfully against mine. The Clan called, "Fangpaw! Fangpaw!"

"First things first, Fangpaw." Skyclaw rasped as the Clan went their own ways. "I'm going to get a quick bite to eat before we leave. Go to the apprentices' den and find a nest."

I dipped my head and padded past Skyclaw to the apprentices' den. Cats congratulated me as I went by. I acknowledged them with a nod before moving on. I picked up the moss with the fur inside and brought it into the den. The den was a hollowed out rock filled with ferns. I chose an unclaimed nest close to the center and tucked the fur deep into it. I patted it in place and went back outside, still trying to get used to her new name. Fangpaw. Maybe my warrior name will be Fangclaw! No, that's just stupid. That's about a good a name as Clawfang, or Wingfoot.

When I exited the den, I saw Skyclaw sharing Ravencall's rabbit with her sister and elder, Heatherstorm. I sat down, waiting. Robinpaw came over without his kit-mate. "Hi, Fangpaw. Excited to be an apprentice at last?"

"Yes." I just wish I got a younger mentor. Even Acornclaw would've worked.

Robinpaw smiled. "We're friends, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"No reason. Just had to make sure."

I cocked an ear, but before I could respond, Skyclaw walked, well, hobbled over. "Ready, Fangpaw?"

"Yes." As Skyclaw led the way out of camp, I whispered to Robinpaw, "We'll talk later," and followed. I wasn't too fazed by the moor any more, having seen it several times before.

Skyclaw stopped abruptly and turned back. "Do you know the proper way to run?" I nodded. "Good. We'll start at the gorge." She took off without giving me any warning. I sighed and raced off. I had to go even faster than I wanted to stop myself from falling behind. Great StarClan, for such an old cat, she still runs like the wind.

I was so busy rushing after her that I didn't hear the roaring of water or see the ground disappear before it was too late. I dug my paws into the ground in an attempt to stop, but I kept sliding toward the edge. Far below was a path of rushing white water.

A heartbeat before my hind paws fell from the cliff, something grabbed my scruff. Skyclaw had grasped the loose skin of my neck and was keeping me from falling. I stared down at the foaming river, eyes wide in fear, the only thing between me and death an elderly cat. The senior warrior muttered, "Fangpaw, pull your legs up! I can't hold on forever."

As she spoke I could feel her grip slipping. I grunted with effort as my hind legs flailed in midair. With a final heave, I managed to swing my lower body onto the ledge. Skyclaw dragged the rest of me back onto solid earth. I flopped onto the grass, panting with terror and exertion, my muscles not responding. For a few heartbeats I couldn't hear anything except the blood roaring in my ears. I could see Skyclaw's mouth moving, but I didn't hear anything. Eventually more sounds came into my ears.

". . . . learn how to stop. Especially around the gorge. You never run by the gorge, not even if all the rabbits on the moor were standing on the edge. Understood?"

"Yes." It came out as a croak.

Skyclaw's eyes softened. "Would you like to go back to camp? We can explore the territory tomorrow instead."

I was sorely tempted to do just that, but I sat up, shaking my head. "I can manage."

"Okay. Next stop is Fourtrees." Skyclaw raced away. I groaned and went after her, not looking forward to the rest of the day.


Question: What would you do if I made them both fall? (Just curious.)

Fact: Due to her RiverClan blood, Fangpaw has waterproof fur. Due to her WindClan blood, she can still run fast and is still pretty lithe.


WindClan:

Leader: Swiftstar - black tom with white paws and amber eyes

Deputy: Ravencall - sleek, black tom with yellow eyes

Medicine cat: Stormgaze - brown she-cat with gray eyes

Warriors:

Skyclaw - mottled brown she-cat with green eyes

Apprentice, Fangpaw - black she-cat with a white flash on her chest in the shape of a fang and amber eyes

Snake-eyes - black tom with yellow eyes that are always in slits

Sweetberry - tortoiseshell and white she-cat with blue eyes

Lightningblaze - black and white tom with gray eyes

Mist - light brown she-cat with black paws, tail tip, and icy blue eyes

Apprentice, Owlpaw - blue-gray tom with white specks like feathers and green eyes

Blizzardstep - white tom with green eyes

Peatheart - brown and white tom with blue eyes

Hareleap - dark brown tabby she-cat with white legs and amber eyes

Apprentice, Robinpaw - brown tabby tom with yellow eyes

Yellowstorm - pale yellow tom with green eyes

Goldentail - golden she-cat with blue eyes and a long tail

Apprentice, Darkpaw - jet-black tabby tom with green eyes

Silverwind - silvery she-cat with lighter tabby stripes, long strong legs, and blue eyes

Acornclaw - brown tom with blue eyes

Mistclaw - pale gray tabby tom with gray eyes

Queens:

Hazelfur - gray and white she-cat with yellow eyes (Swiftstar's mate, mother of Daisykit)

Willowlash - cream-colored she-cat with green eyes (Yellowstorm's mate, mother of Mistlekit, Mintkit, and Tawnykit)

Featherstream - silvery white she-cat without kits and sapphire blue eyes (permanently a queen for her love of kits)

Kits:

Honeykit - pale golden tabby she-cat with green eyes

Mistlekit - cream tom with yellow eyes

Mintkit - yellow tabby tom with green eyes

Tawnykit - pale golden tabby she-cat with a white face and pale yellow eyes

Daisykit - cream-colored she-cat with yellow eyes

Elders:

Nightfur - dark gray tom with blue eyes

Creamleaf - cream-colored tom with yellow eyes

Airfur - white she-cat with blue eyes

Wolfclaw - mottled gray tom with amber eyes

Tansypetal - ginger and white she-cat with blue eyes

Heatherstorm - pale gray she-cat with a graying muzzle and blue eyes