"Fishpaw." Cats were calling to her, but she couldn't see any cats. Everything was blacker than night. Suddenly, everything brightened, and she was in a beautiful clearing near a clear stream filled with fish. Cats appeared in front of her, a sandy coloured tom, a ginger she-cat with white paws, a light brown tom and a mottled tortiseshell she-cat with a reddish tail. Fishpaw recognized the first two as Sandstar and Gingerfrost.

"Am I dead?" Fishpaw asked in horror. Sandstar let out a purr.

"No, you are only dreaming," the tortoiseshell explained, amused at her reaction.

"Who are you?" Fishpaw blurted out.

"I'm Aspengorse," the light brown tom spoke for the first time.

"I'm Cherrylight." The tortoiseshell purred.

"Of course you know us." Gingerfrost gave Fishpaw's ears a friendly flick.

"Fishpaw," Sandstar meowed suddenly. "You are destined to save the clans. You are destined for greatness."

"Avenge our deaths." The Starclan cats meowed in unison before everything returned to black.

"Wait! No! I don't want this destiny!" Fishpaw mewled in horror. She woke with a gasp.

"Fishpaw! You're awake!" Timberpaw and Maplepaw shot up from their nests at Featherpaw's cry. The three cats purred happily, rubbing their muzzles along Fishpaw's. Amberpool padded into the den, her gaze sparking happily when she saw Fishpaw.

"How long have I been out?" Fishpaw rasped, her mouth uncomfortably dry.

"Not too long. It's only sunhigh." Amberpool returned to working on whatever she had to do. Fishpaw breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened to Nettlestar?" Fishpaw asked suddenly. Amberpool turned sharply.

"He," she hesitated, "lost a life." She finished, but her eyes betrayed her, something more had happened. Fishpaw gazed at her in horror.

"But Fla-"

"Fishpaw, what in Starclan's name are you talking about?" Featherpaw meowed, bewildered.

"Yeah, we were attacked by a fox." Timberpaw stared at her, pleading in his gaze. She caught on. She nodded.

"I must have been dreaming." Fishpaw mewed, thinking back to the dream she actually had.

"I bet you're thirsty." Maplepaw meowed, standing up. "Let's go outside." The there she-cats padded outside, but Timberpaw stayed behind.

"So, Featherpaw, still planning on going back tonight?" Fishpaw meowed, a mischievous glint in her eye as she leaned down to get a drink of water. The water ice cold and made her head hurt, but it quenched her thirst. Featherpaw purred.

"Of course! But only if you come!" Featherpaw also took a drink. Maplepaw narrowed her eyes.

"What are you two meowing about?"

"Oh-uhm," Fishpaw exchanged a glance with Featherpaw.

"Come with us tonight and find out?" Featherpaw suggested, although it was more of a question.

"I don't want to betray my clan." Maplepaw shook her head. "But what are you doing?" Maplepaw asked again.

"A tom asked me to meet him tonight at Fourtrees," Featherpaw explained.

"And I wanted to come with." Fishpaw finished. Maplepaw stared at them like they both had grown an extra head.

"Are you two crazy!" She hissed. Fishpaw opened her mouth to protest when someone called her name from across camp. She turned as Ripplepaw skidded to a halt next to them.

"Did you hear the news?" Ripplepaw panted. Fishpaw exchanged a glance with Featherpaw.

"What news?" They asked in unison.

"Ivyfrost's moving to the nursery!" Ripplepaw squealed.

"What!" Fishpaw exclaimed.

"Her kits are due in a half moon, too! By the time they become apprentices, I'll be ready to be a mentor!" Ripplepaw purred in excitement. Fishpaw gaped.

"That's awesome! I can't wait to be a warrior!"

Later that night

Fishpaw poked Featherpaw with a paw and the other she-cat opened her eyes.

"Ready?" She breathed. Fishpaw nodded and Featherpaw got to her paws. They snuck out of camp easily, right when Briardawn and Larksong went into the Warriors den to wake Snowseed and Icedapple. As they padded through the territory, Fishpaw pondered over Nettlestar's first death.

"Featherpaw," she began hesitantly, "did Timberpaw see how many lives Nettlestar lost." Featherpaw froze and took a deep breath.

"Yes, he did." She responded vaguely.

"How many?"

"Three." Featherpaw mewed so quietly Fishpaw hardly heard her. Her ears twitched and she turned to stare at Featherpaw.

"He lost three lives?" She breathed, eyes widening. Featherpaw only nodded. "That means he only has seven lives left!" Featherpaw nodded again. Fishpaw shook her head in disbelief. "I can't believe it. He just got his lives." Featherpaw gave her a friendly flick over the ears with her tail.

"Let's just go." Featherpaw pranced ahead. Fishpaw purred and raced after her. They skidded to a halt when they reached the clearing, where two toms were waiting. One was dark gray, the other black. Fishpaw realized they seemed to be arguing.

"Umm, hello?" She called out to them. The two toms jumped in the air, turning around to face them. One of them let out a purr.

"Well, this is perfect." The black one padded toward them, his head lifted defiantly in the air. The gray one followed him, though less confidently. While the black one assumed an air of confidence, the gray tom seemed scared. "Hello. My name is Rookpaw and this is my brother, the medicine cat, Crowpaw."

"Are you the cats with five littermates?" Featherpaw asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Crowpaw muttered, seemingly embarrassed. Rookpaw twitched his brown ears and sniffed.

"Technically it's four. Including the both of us." He purred, smirking at Fishpaw. "My brother tells me that he only invited the pretty black one, so tell me, why is the pretty silver one here?" Fishpaw felt her fur bristle aND she grew uncomfortably warm.

"If only your brother invite her, why did you come?" Fishpaw challenged. The tom threw back his head and purred loudly, more loudly than any cat Fishpaw had ever heard. Fishpaw couldn't help but shudder slightly.

"Why don't we- um- fully introduce ourselves." Featherpaw let out an awkward purr. Fishpaw could tell she was unnerved by the black tom's actions.

"That's not a bad idea," Crowpaw muttered.

"That's a perfect idea." Rookpaw purred. "Now, you know me as Rookpaw. I'm the deputy's apprentice." He boasted.

"I'm Fishpaw and my father is the deputy and my mother is the fastest cat in the clan." Fishpaw meowed softly, slightly feeling like she should outdo him.

"I'm Crowpaw, the medicine cat apprentice." Crowpaw mumbled.

"I'm Featherpaw and-uh, I have a dead sister?" Featherpaw offered.

"Well, this is kinda awkward." Fishpaw began.

"And we should probably be getting home." Crowpaw finished, for the first time he seemed happy.

"Yes, Crowpaw, go ahead. You, Featherpaw, go ahead and leave." Rookpaw ordered. Crowpaw seemed happy to oblige, but Featherpaw shot a defiant glance at Rookpaw before turning and walking to the edge of the clearing. "Fishpaw. You are a very, very beautiful she-cat with brains. I hope, that you will meet me again in a moon, the day after the Gathering." Rookpaw purred, licking Fishpaw's ear. "See you then," he breathed, letting his tail drift under her chin before padding away to catch up with Crowpaw.

"Crowpaw was adorable." Was Featherpaw's first comment as the two she-cats raced back to camp. Although it was barely past moon-high, they wanted to get some sleep in before the next day. "Rookpaw was creepy." Came Featherpaw's second comment.

"He wasn't bad looking, though. He was super creepy." Fishpaw replied, shuddering as she remembered his flirtatious tendencies.

"Fishpaw, what would you think if," Featherpaw hesitated, "Timberpaw and I became mates?"

"What?" Fishpaw spluttered. "But you two hate each other!"

"Not since Sandstar intervened." Featherpaw replied. "He's such a great cat.I mean, have you seen his fighting skills and hunting skills? He's on his way to become leader." The black she-cat sighed dreamily.

"Featherpaw! This is my brother you're talking about!" Fishpaw hissed at her best friend. Featherpaw shook herself out of the daze and let out a purr.

"Sorry!" She squeaked. "But have you seen the way Mountainpaw and Harepaw act? It's like they're already mates!" Fishpaw nodded in agreement. The two she-cats padded in silence for a bit. "Have you seen the way Reedpaw looks at you?" Featherpaw asked slyly.

"What?" Fishpaw asked, completely bewildered.

"He likes you." Featherpaw purred. Fishpaw shook her head, embarrassed.

"Have you seen Maplepaw and Oakpaw? Oakpaw isn't interested at all and poor Maplepaw's just trying to get his attention." Fishpaw snickered.

"They would be so cute together!" Featherpaw agreed. "What do you think their kits would look like?"

'Well I'm no expert, but probably brown, black and white," Fishpaw sniggered. Featherpaw shot the silver she-cat a glare, and the two she-cats padded in silence the rest of the way.

Sorry this is short and boring. What'd you think, though?

Qotc1- What do you think of Rookpaw and Crowpaw

Qotc2- Who is your favourite character now?

Qotc3- What do you think of the 'prophecy' You still don't know the actual prophecy... yet.

I kinda think of Rookpaw with an accent, like T-Bag's, from Prison Break.

Next chapter may take a while to come out because I'm having trouble thinking of what to right about. Maybe a time skip? I honestly don't know.

This story is just honestly so boring to me now, so if someone else wants to take it off my hands to write it, just PM me and we can talk about it. I'm not really sure if I want to write this anymore.