Nightpaw already had a good felling about this, and most certainly knew this was his actual destiny. He hope Bloodclan was alright, since he still cared for them, but they rejected him, and now his loyalties lay with Thunderclan proudly. The curious apprentice wondered what he was going to do now, and he hoped he was going to learn of the fighting techniques so he can do battling, especially when he still has his collar and long claws on, because the medicine cat didn't really know how take them off, as they were properly jammed in. If they were pulled out, his pads could get infected badly. Luckily, he was going to Yellow-something to get his collar taken off, as that only made the other clans think he was a kittypet."

As Nightpaw stepped into the medicine den, scents overwelmed his nose as herbs were scattered around, tempting him, defiantly the catmint, but of course he knew not to eat them, as they could be dangerous if eated when your healthy and healed.

Then, the little apprentice heard a raspy tense cat voice.

"So you finally decided to come did you? What took you so long?" The long haired, old and dark grey she-cat asked impatiently.

"What a friendly greeting huh." Nightpaw thought darkly, obviously disliking the unkind medicine cat.

"Well, if you would be so kind and letting me explain first, then we would be arguing would we? Right, I was actually collecting moss like Tigerclaw taught me earilier since its part of an apprentices duty am I correct?" The new apprentice said, fur bristing along with spits of anger at the ratty cat in front of him."

After listening that, she replied bluntly like a elder, "First off, you do not speak like that to a medicine cat, and second, Thank you very much. And yes, it is an apprentice's duty to clean out the elders, and get fresh, dry bedding for their nests, along with giving fresh kill to a medicine cat and the elders. Also, I need to take that horrific collar of yours off your neck, and I just don't know why you would put teeth in it anyway. You could die from trouble breathing and more."

"Alright Yellowthegrumpycat, no need to be so annoying." Nightpaw chuckled.

She smirked at that, and then stopped her attempting to get his collar off to think of a good comeback at the cheeky -paw. "Hmm, at least I come snore in my sleep, Sleepypaw. Oh, and if I didn't tell you, my name is actually Yellowfang!"

"Fine, you win, but why is your name Yellow-fang-, is that because you had bad teeth at time? That's must be harsh for you." Nightpaw questioned.

"I never thought about that, but I don't think my teeth were yellow. After all, they would most likely be green, from all the herbs I hold!" Yellowfang laughed.

"Maybe, I guess leaders choose really wierd names sometimes, because once I named a cat Boulder and another Fangless." He replied innocently. He expected a snort reply from the now chatty cat, but instead she just carried on loosening the collar from his neck, and like magic, it came off quite suddenly.

"There. Now off you go, and thank you again for the extra moss. Tell that to Tigerclaw too. Try to be careful out there!" The grey cat shouted across the den as he started to pad to his mentor.

Spying around the camp, trying to peek out his new mentor, Tigerclaw. He looked near the fresh kill pile, still new around, and was just about getting the hang of the place, he found Tigerclaw talking to a pale white warrior, named Whitestorm.

Nightpaw took a few steps towards them, before getting shoved by a certain silver tabby. "Watch out runt, I don't care if you beat me first time, because I was just weakened by illness this morning. So don't get any ideas." The large tom hissed"Look Longtail, I know you want to impress every pone around here, especially Mousefur and everything, but I want you to know that It just makes it worse for youself, because everyone will think your even weaker, picking on ones younger than you. Also, I bet Mousefur will think of you as a bully if you keep on going, and so will Bluestar. Besides, I don't see why we can't make amends, because I have a good plan to get Mousefur to be your mate..." The small black tom persuaded.

"W-What H-How do you know all that, have you been sneaking up on me?! Well your persuading method isn't working on me." Longtail growled, lashing his tail, and then sprinting off to the other side of camp to the sneaky dark tom.

'I guess that did not work as well as I thought it might, but I'll always have another chance I suppose. What an ignorant tom.' Nightpaw thought intelligently to himself, but soon his thoughts drifted away as he remembered what he was meant to be doing. 'Right, where is Tigerclaw now!?' He asked himself again, as he looked right at where his mentor had been, but then scented him behind him. The apprentice looked back and flicked his ears to show he knew he was there. Tigerclaw chuckled, and turned to face me. With a flick of the tail, Nightpaw followed him towards a sandy clearing. 'The sandy hollow, where we battle train!'

Then Tigerclaw looked at him expecting a question or a remark, but instead Nightpaw just asked, "So, are we going to start?"

To his dismay, he just shook his head, and said, "Sadly, not yet, because we have found a way to get rid of those claws for you, so that you can battle train. Right, first you need to sit down over there." He pointed his tail over to the edge of the clearing. This was going to be painful.

"I know it will hurt, but it's got to be done. Just don't yowl too much, otherwise you'll cause all the prey to run and hide, and the other clans Might investigate. We take no risks. Understand?" He nodded. "Good, now, brace yourself."

Yowls of complete pain pierced though the forest for the next half an hour.

-Next sunrise-

Nightpaw was sleeping in the apprentice den, with his paws dreadfully painful, and hard to walk on without wobbling or falling over again. Luckily, nothing was infected, but it was just the shock of the experiance. The black cat was upset about losing them too, which made matters even worse. A brown tom came up to him, saying his name was Brackenpaw, and his mentor was Greystripe. He was really nice, and intelligent and friendly. They spent the whole morning in the apprentice den, just talking, and soon it was time to clean out the elders.

Like on queue, Runningwind came in asking quietly where Fireheart and Greystripe were, as they have been going out a lot. Mostly Fireheart. Brackenpaw started talking about how his mentor was meeting a Riverclan she cat called Silverstream. The brown apprentice had also explained that it was against the rules to do such a thing, and would be punished serverly, but could even be exiled from the clan.

"Nope sorry Runningwind!" Brackenpaw and Nightpaw beemed.

"Oh alright, but do make sure you look out for him, and if you find him, tell him he is extremely late for the sunhigh border patrol. Don't forget to clean the elders out today, otherwise you'll end up like a plump Kittypet. " The brown and white tom smiled nobly.

"We won't, and we promise too, and of course we'll tell him that. Bye, and have a good patrol!" Brackenpaw replied excitedly to the warrior, looking supisiously at the brown apprentice.

As Runningwind left, Brackenpaw and Nightpaw padded towards the medicine den, slowing down for Nightpaw obviously, too pick up some mouse bile and fresh moss for the elders.

When they came out, they saw a rusling in the bushes, and a flame pelted cat appeared from there, which was Fireheart. The strange thing was that he was carrying a white, fluffy bundle of fur. It was a peculiar kit, that looked like a cloud from the blue sky in sunrise.

Murmurs spreader around the camp, like when Nightpaw first came in tpThunderclan camp not so long ago.

'Why was Fireheart carrying a kit? It must he his! That means he is a tratior!'