Warriors

Sorreltail-tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat with amber eyes

Apprentice, Honeypaw

Brightheart-white she-cat with ginger patches

Apprentice, Oakpaw

Millie-striped gray tabby she-cat with blue eyes

Apprentice, Fawnpaw

Poppyfrost- tortoiseshell she-cat

Apprentice, Smokepaw

Toadstep- black-and-white tom

Apprentice, Branchpaw

Queens:

Blossomfall- (Mother to Rushkit- black tom with gray eyes and Goldkit- gold and white tortoiseshell with amber eyes)

Cinderheart- gray tabby she-cat (mother to Copperkit- a fluffy copper colored tom with blue eyes and Skykit- a silver she-cat with gold eyes and a bushy tail)

Set 4 moons before: A Tail of Two Cats ( 4 months)

"Ouch. Geez Smokepaw, take it easy. What are you trying to prove?" asked Honeypaw.

It was a bright, sunny, Greenleaf day in Thunderclan and all the apprentices and mentors were out training together. Right now, they were doing some battle training in the mossy hollow. It was supposed to be just some light fun play fighting, but Smokepaw was acting as if she were a fox invading their camp.

"That I'm the best warrior in the clan." The gray tom replied haughtily.

Honeypaw rolled her eyes and flicked him with her tail, "I'm pretty sure to be the best warrior in the clan, you have to actually be a warrior." she mewed. Smokepaw just shrugged his shoulder, "Well, I will be soon. Why do you think we're all out here? Our mentors must be getting us ready for our final assessment."

Poppyfrost padded up to the pair and gave Smokepaw a stern look, "Yes, we are preparing you all for your final assessment, but before becoming a warrior there is still one important thing you need to learn."

"What is it?" the apprentice asked with eager eyes?

"Humility," meowed Poppyfrost.

Smokepaw bowed his head and gave his chest fur a couple licks, while Honeypaw tried her best not to smirk. Poppyfrost's eyes softened, "That Upright lock you did was impressive. Where did you learn to do it like that?" she asked. Smokepaw hesitated,, "uh...I don't know. Just came to me, I guess." he muttered.

Honeypaw shot him a weird look. What was that about? But Smokepaw just avoided her gaze.

"Are we still battle training?" He asked.

Poppyfrost shook her head. "No, we're going to go and try some hunting now, go round up Branchpaw and Oakpaw and we'll leave.

Honeypaw bounded across the hollow to where Oakpaw and Branchpaw were scuffling.

"Hey! Beetle-brains!" Honeypaw teased, "We're leaving!"

Oakpaw slid out from under her brother who was pinning him down, "Who are you calling beetle-brain you flea-pelt," he challenged before pouncing.

Honeypaw rolled away before he could find purchase, "You'll have to be quicker than that if you want to catch me you giant furball!"

Oakpaw playfully growled and leaped again, this time landing and pinning her on her back.

"Gotcha!" he yowled triumphantly

. "Oakpaw! Honeypaw! Let's go! Or do you want to wait until all the pray has gone to their dens?" asked Sorreltail, Honeypaw's mentor, an amused glint in her eyes. The two apprentices quickly got on their feet.

Honeypaw licked her fur, embarrassed to see that all the cats had been watching them play fight.

"Coming!" she mewed and race over to the exit of the hollow.

Her brother, Branchpaw came padded alongside her, "Seriously," he mewed a mischievous look in his face, "you too looked like you were about to have kits right then and there!"

"Shut up," Honeypaw retorted and raced even further ahead.

"Slow down Honeypaw!" she heard Sorreltail yell, but she just kept one until she reached the undergrowth leading to the forest.

Honeypaw still didn't know what to make of her feelings for Oakpaw. She liked him a lot, but that was the problem. She liked him so much that she didn't know if it was normal the amount she liked him. She was only an apprentice and she already imagine having kits with him! How normal is that? And she didn't even know if he liked her back. Okay, that's not true; She knew he liked her, but she didn't know how much. I wish Fawnpaw was here.

Fawnpaw had been sickly ever since she was a kit. In fact, Honeypaw had heard that when she was kitted, Jayfeather had warned Dustpelt and Ferncloud not too get too attached because she probably wouldn't make it two moons. But what parents aren't going to fall in love their kit? She was always taking medicine and had to have extra milk rations from Cherrytail. Cherrytail had had kits with her mate Foxleap, and sadly they didn't make it. Even though the she-cat was grieving, she agreed to nurse Fawnpaw, and that probably saved her life. Fawnpaw proved Jayfeather wrong though, and fought all the way. Firestar may have had his doubts about making her an apprentice with her littermates, but he couldn't doubt that she hadn't fought for her place in the clan. Right now, the sweet brown tabby was in the medicine cat den, resting from the fever she had yesterday. Hopefully she would recover and be rid of all these sicknesses.

Honeypaw sighed; it would be nice to be with her best friend right now.

"Honeypaw! Wait up!" she heard a voice behind her.

The pretty dappled she-cat turned around to find Oakpaw coming towards her.

Oh Starclan, great, just great.

" Brightheart said we should hunt together", he mewed, excitement in his forest green eyes.

"Okay," Honeypaw stuttered, all of a sudden tongue-tied. "Then let's hunt."

If I can stop getting so distracted by him, I'm going to find Fawnpaw the biggest mouse she's ever seen!

The two young cats crept into the forest, light on their paws. A few heartbeats later Honeypaw sniffed the air and scented something over by a birch tree, mouse! She crawled forward until she saw the little creature hidden among some fern. She waited for a heartbeat and then pounced. The mouse gave a little squeak before Honeypaw ended its life with a quick bite to the spine. She gave thanks to Starclan and buried the prey.

It wasn't the huge mouse she'd been imagining but it would do. Mouse was Fawnpaw's favorite.

"Great catch!" Oakpaw mewed, a vole in his jaws.

"Thanks." she mewed shyly.

"Do you always watch cats when they hunt for their clans?" she asked playfully.

Oakpaw dropped the vole and padded towards her, "Only the pretty ones," he mewed.

Honeypaw just stared at him, lost for words. "Er, let's keep hunting." she mewed awkwardly.

Ugh! I swear I have bees in my brain!

Oakpaw shuffled his feet and then looked back at Honeypaw, "Is that really what you want?"

Honeypaw felt her fur grow hot and her heart started beating, "Uh…yes? Isn't that what you're supposed to do on a hunting patrol?" she mewed, trying to make a joke.

Trying.

Oakpaw lashed his tail in frustration. "No, I meant, like…would you rather be hunting then being with me. If that makes sense…"

"Oh!" Honeypaw gasped, "No, of course not! You're…You're a great to be around Oakpaw."

The dark brown tom took a step toward her, "Like a friend great? Or maybe something more?"

Honeypaw gazed at him with wide blue eyes, "Yes. Perhaps something more," she breathed.

Oakpaw slowly came closer till he was sitting side by side with her. He pressed into her and twirled their tails together. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. Honeypaw gave a little shiver of delight. "Oakpaw. I think I lo-"

"Honeypaw! Oakpaw! Where are you dormouses?
Gah! The two cats sprang apart right as Smokepaw and Branchpaw came into view.

"What? What have you guys been doing? Catching green voles? We've been out here for like a moon and you've got nothing," spluttered Smokepaw around the squirrel he was carrying.

Oakpaw dashed forward to give his brother a cuff on the head. "You know you should really show some more respect. I am older then you," he teased.

"Yeah, by two heartbeats," Smokepaw snorted.

"Race you back to the hollow," Branchpelt crowed before tearing off, Smokepaw hard on his heels.

Oakpaw looked back at her, his vole back in his mouth, "Meet me by the lake at moonhigh?"

Honeypaw nodded, "Okay. Now go before they come back!" Oakpaw flicked his tail and dashed out of the forest.

Honeypaw bent down to uncover the mouse she had buried.

Great Starclan, talk about worst timing.

He could see her dark silhouette framed against the white of the moon.

He could have spent seasons just sitting here, staring at her, but he had something important to say tonight.

"Honeypaw?" he whispered.

She jumped and turned around. "Oh! I didn't know you were there!" she squeaked.

Her gorgeous dappled coat shone and her dazzling blue eyes sparkled.

Oakpaw paused; how could this breathtaking cat ever be interested in him?

Oakpaw had always been confident in himself. He knew he was a good hunter, an excellent fighter and just an all-around good cat.

Call it proud or what you will but he thought it was just self-awareness.

The thing he liked about Honeypaw though, was that she made him unsure of himself. He didn't know what would come out of his mouth whenever she was near; half the time it was something stupid. She made him feel weak legged and wriggly.

He loved it.

"Sorry! I meant to scare you. I mean, I didn't mean to scare you! I mean…"

Honeypaw set her tail-tip on his shoulder, "It's okay. I know what you mean," she mewed.

Oakpaw relaxed at the touch of her tail and touched his nose to her ear.

"I think you are the most wonderful cat in the whole clan. I would do anything to make you happy. I would move the lake one drop at a time, just to hear you purr. I love you."

Honeypaw looked into his eyes and then pressed herself against his flank.

"I love you too," she murmured. "I love you so much."

Oakpaw closed his eyes and just breathed in her lovely scent, content to stay there forever.