Yarrowpaw and Lilacpaw were play-fighting, and Quailpaw was out practicing with herbs with his mentor. Grasspaw was having a silent conversation with Weasel, and then he remembered something.

"Hey, Weasel, wouldn't you have finally gotten your apprentice's name by now?" Weasel's attention never really was on him, but when he said this sentence, Weasel's eyes flicked toward him.

"Name? Oh..." She sighed, and looked at him sideways. "I don't believe your dreams. StarClan? Really? You expect me to believe that?" Weasel exclaimed, and then shrunk back at the hurt in Grasspaw's eyes.

"I just don't believe it." Weasel said, and Grasspaw narrowed his eyes.

"They are real. I see StarClan almost every night, I smell them, I can hear them." Grasspaw whispered, and Weasel gulped.

"I swear that was the creepiest thing you've said yet," Weasel muttered.

"Can you give StarClan a chance?" Grasspaw pleaded, and Weasel sighed.

"Fine. But I don't have to like them." Weasel got up and went to walk away.

"Ahem." Grasspaw cleared his throat, and Weasel slowly turned around.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd trust me to go train," She said bitterly, and Grasspaw nodded, and she slowly walked away.

The group had moved from Lilacpaw's new territory to Yarrowpaw's, and they had been there for five sunrises. Grasspaw was healing quicker, and he had already gotten a bit of training with Ashwing. He felt like his connection with Ashwing was slowly breaking apart, because he hadn't seen her getting to close to him lately. Strange.

It honestly hurt him that Ashwing was avoiding him, he didn't know what he had done wrong. He got up, and decided to go catch some prey.

Slithering across the grass, he reached Yarrowpaw's favourite prey hunting spot, crawling with prey. There was a slope with grass walls on either side, and many rabbit holes tunneling deep inside. A rabbit jumped out just as Grasspaw was walking by, and jumped into a hole.

The hole was big enough for Grasspaw to fit into, so he crawled in, and followed the rabbit. He saw the grey creature jump out of a hole higher up, and he had to push with all his strength to fit through.

He toppled out onto the ground, scaring two more rabbits that had came out of their burrows. One was a large brown hare, and it ran right for Grasspaw when he was dazed, and continuously kicked him in the face. Grasspaw caught the last kick in his jaws, and shook the rabbit.

He flung the rabbit into the side of one of the dirt wall, and it squeaked, once more, possibly dead. There was a slight rise and fall of its flank, so Grasspaw ripped its neck open and carried back the bloody body.

When he had arrived at the place where they were staying; which was going to be Yarrowpaw's camp, he rested the rabbit at Yarrowpaw's planned out fresh-kill pile, and Lilacpaw and Yarrowpaw hopped over to it.

"Hey where'd the head go?" Lilacpaw asked, and Grasspaw looked around. The rabbit's head was gone.

"Must've fallen off. It was holding on by a few ligaments when I was bringing it back." Grasspaw shrugged it off.

"Oh, it is right here." A new voice spoke, and they turned around. Weasel was poking at the rabbit's head, and Grasspaw let out a purr of amusement.

"Silly rabbit." Grasspaw sighed happily, and Lilacpaw and Yarrowpaw carried the body together over to the large towering stone rocks in the ditch.

"Hey! I wanted to eat that." There was no more prey on the stump, and Grasspaw sighed.

"I went into a burrow for that too." Grasspaw murmured, and Weasel came over to him.

"Hey, come on now. Don't be like that. It didn't deserve you anyway." She said, and Grasspaw snorted.

"More like I didn't deserve it." Grasspaw's head was bowed, but he lifted up with a hard hit on his flank with Weasel's tail.

"No cat deserves you." Weasel whispered, and then she looked like she regretted saying it.

"Oh." Grasspaw simply said.

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It was the next sunrise, and Grasspaw was panting heavily. He was in the middle of battle training with Ashwing, and she looked like she could fight all day.

"Oh, don't give up so easily, Grasspaw! Throw yourself at me, c'mon now!" She hopped from two paws to the other two, and Grasspaw ran toward her, shooting himself in the air and spreading his legs like a flying squirrel.

He spatted on the ground when Ashwing managed to move out of the way, and he groaned. His ribs felt like they were being blown over and over by a thousand dogs, and his legs were tired. He hissed when he saw the beautiful she-cat prance around his body.

"Lay-zeh." She said, and rolled over on her back, and got up. "Remember, don't jump so high. And don't spread yourself like a flying squirrel!" She scolded, and Grasspaw looked at her like she was insane.

"This is called the flying squirrel technique! What do you mean, don't jump like a flying squirrel?" Grasspaw exclaimed, and Ashwing tilted her head.

"Oh yeah, right, it is. Do it again." She nodded quickly, and Grasspaw mocked her under his breath.

"My ribs are going to be broken by the time we're done." He muttered, and Ashwing closed her eyes and purred.

"I know. It hurts. It hurt me too! But it is very useful. Nobody will expect it."

When Ashwing wasn't paying attention, Grasspaw flung himself in a short jump, landing in the exact spot where Ashwing was, going right through he starry figure, and landing on the ground. He managed to land on all fours this time, so he was standing directly inside of Ashwing.

"That hurt my paws." Grasspaw mewed, and he shook each paw individually.

"Ha, good job! You got me when I was distracted. Anyway, I think that's enough training today. You did great! Tomorrow we'll try to master the flying squirrel a bit more, then we'll go work on the fake lunge for the rest of the time." Ashwing instructed, and Grasspaw nodded.

"Sure, I will. Also, has Weasel visited you yet?" He wondered, and Ashwing shook her head.

"No, she hasn't. She forgot." She sounded amused, but she sounded doubtful too. "Anyway, I need to go. Please be a good tom!" Ashwing pranced off into the sky, leaving Grasspaw alone.

Grasspaw sighed, and then shook himself when he was hit with a hot blast of wind. His fur buffeted, and then he growled. "Ashwing that's not funny!" He always thought strange changes of weather patterns were just Ashwing messing with him.

Grasspaw yelped when he was pushed face down into the ground, spitting at the dirt that went into his mouth. He tried to push his head up, but he felt a pressure not allowing him from moving.

"Oh, sorry. Hey Grasspaw, who's Ashwing?" Grasspaw was let go, and he turned around to see Weasel standing up. She had a large gash on her ear, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, she's my mentor from StarClan. Can you also tell me why there's a cut on your ear?" He asked politely, and Weasel looked up at it and flicked it.

"Bramble snagged it." She shrugged, and batted at his cheek.

"I was doing what you were doing y'know, I know how to do that move." She purred, and Grasspaw shrugged and she was walking a bit away.

"Prove it." Grasspaw simply said, looking at the ground to his right. What he didn't expect when he looked back up was a particularly strong looking brown tabby flying at his face.

He was flattened, and screeched in frustration. "Hey! I never said you could try it on me!"

Weasel shrugged, getting up. "I proved my point. That's, all that matters. Plant-tom." Weasel walked off toward the ground and flicked Grasspaw's nose with her tail on her way.

Grasspaw felt hot from the simple gesture, but then he shivered at the wind that was blowing on him now. He began to groom himself, looking at the undergrowth where she had disappeared into.

She's going to make me go insane!

Oh dear, Grasspaw. Do not be horny.

- Kate?