Thanks flareon200 and Moonstreak1 for reviewing. Sorry it took so long to update this, I'm sort of getting responsible with school work so I have less time to update. That and the fact that I have another account here and I'm working on a Spyro fic for the first time. Please enjoy!
~Chapter 8~
"Wow, you caught that?" Blazepaw's voice was thick was jealousy as he watched Amberpaw return with a squirrel in her jaws. Her gray eyes gleamed with pride as she dropped on the fresh-kill pile.
"Yep," she replied. She glanced sideways, as though Blazepaw didn't matter to her.
Foxwhisker had shown him the vast majority of ThunderClan's territory. Blazepaw's eyes had blazed with excitement when he bounced at his mentor's side, but now, a new look of determination clouded over them.
Part of him desperately wanted to become a warrior, and yet, another part of him knew that he needed to learn everything he could in order to become the greatest warrior in the Clan.
Like Firestar or Lionblaze, he thought with a wide grin.
"Hey Blazepaw, how did your training go?" Dovepaw's voice made the ginger tom turn.
She was perched on a small root. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity as she waited for him to tell her what it was like. He padded over to her, suddenly feeling slightly guilty over what he had thought earlier.
"It went well," he purred, thinking of how Foxwhisker had seemed so eager to teach him everything he knew.
Blazepaw narrowed his eyes when Goldenpaw approached. Her pelt shown silky and golden in the sunlight. And her eyes were brighter then Blazepaw remembered, as she padded past Bumblestripe.
"Hi," she mewed as she sat down. Her tail wrapped neatly around her paws as she swept her gaze over the other apprentices.
Dovepaw nodded pleasingly to Goldenpaw, while Blazepaw just huffed with annoyance. He looked away and stared at the holly bushes that protected the camp.
Thorns pricked from their stems, and they looked like they could really hurt a cat if they fell into it or crashed into it. Blazepaw shuddered at the thought of running into them.
Then he glanced back and saw that Poppyfrost had come out of the nursery with her two kits trailing behind her. Aspenkit's eyes were a bright blue, while Midnightkit had green eyes, like her mother.
"Your kits are beautiful," Brightheart purred.
"Thank you," Poppyfrost replied through glittering green eyes.
Blazepaw watched curiously as Aspenkit crouched into a hunter's position. His dark gray fur almost melted into the undergrowth, making him practically invisible. Midnightkit was busy trying to batter her paws at a butterfly, which had flown into camp without noticing the cats.
"I wanna be the mouse," Aspenkit squeaked.
Midnightkit shook her head furiously. "You were the mouse yesterday, and you scared Briarleaf," she mewed in a kit-soft voice.
Blazepaw twitched his whiskers in amusement. He could remember when he and his siblings fought like that. And yet, that wasn't that long ago.
He padded over to the fresh-kill pile and grabbed was about to grab a thrush, when Foxwhisker approached him. "Why don't you clean out the elder's den before you eat?" he suggested with a wave of his tail where Brightheart had gone back.
With a sigh, Blazepaw knew that this was just one of his many duties. He padded over to the elders' den, and began to wrap of the dead moss that had made up Brightheart's nest.
His ginger fur gleamed like fire in the sunlight, as he bounded through the forest to collect fresh moss. Foxwhisker had shown him the best place for it, and he quickly spotted the dark green stuff.
The moss usually grew on rotten logs or moist rocks and trees. It formed better after a good rainstorm, and now, it looked dry and brittle. He swiped a ginger paw across the moss, and clawed it off. It fell to the ground, but he easily shook the water and other branches that had caught onto it off.
Then he rolled it up into a ball, like Foxwhisker had shown, and pressed it against his chin. He remembered Foxwhisker saying something about that this was the best way to carry it, that way he could still breath through his mouth if he needed to.
When he reached camp, Amberpaw was practicing her battle moves. She had dropped into a crouch that was somewhat familiar to him. He had learned the move first, and flicked his tail in frustration.
Amberpaw was stronger then him, true, but he was more intelligent. He was eager to prove himself to the Clan, as he carried his moss into Brightheart's den.
Brightheart was laying down in the sun, keeping herself warm by rolling around on the ground. Blazepaw dropped his moss on the ground and began to uncurl it. He then placed it where he knew Brightheart would sleep, and called her in.
"So you cleaned out the den today eh?" Brightheart mewed through a yawn. She circled around her nest several times before curling up in it, and then looked at Blazepaw happily. "Perfect," she purred.
Blazepaw gave a gusty sigh of relief and left her to nap. Brightheart was fairly easy to please, since she was so gentle. She was concerned about everyone, and even knew a few things about herbs.
Many, many seasons ago, a cat named Cinderpelt had taught Brightheart the knowledge of herbs. Blazepaw had heard many things about Cinderpelt, like how she had protected Sorreltail from getting killed from a badger while she was kitting, and how Cinderpelt had broken her paw when Tigerstar laid a trap that was meant for Bluestar.
He began to wonder at it, how things turned out the way they did. He looked at the sky and saw that the sun was beginning to turn into an orange glow. He yawned and padded back over to the fresh-kill pile.
To his annoyance, the thrush was no longer there. He spotted a scrawny looking shrew, and decided to make due with that.
His mouth watered at the taste, and he hungrily snapped up the rest of the meal. With his belly full, and the day coming to an end, Blazepaw padded into the apprentices' den.
Dovepaw and Brownpaw were already in their nests. Stripepaw had gone out for the dusk patrol with Squirrelflight, leaving the den strangely empty. Blazepaw looked around for a place to sleep, and he noticed that Brownpaw had made nests for him and his siblings. He closed his eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
Okay, very soppy ending...I'm sorry about that. It was sort of a filler, but hopefully it got to the point. I will be updating soon tonight, hopefully, so you better review!