Author's Note:

Hello once again! This story is now my longest one, with fourteen chapter, passing An Echo of a Clan's thirteen chapters! Thanks for your support guys! Hopefully I'll keep this up for a while!

The event is really more of a controversy than a major event. I assume the major events will probably come in the 20s.

You're welcome Tansy! You like my my stories, and I like yours, and so should others!

Thanks for reading Gingy and Music!

On to the next chapter!

Chapter Fourteen:

"Are you ready?" Night's new mentor called from outside of the den. Not long ago, he'd had his ceremony, and though a few cats spoke out, most accepted him. Bramblestar had said that after the next gathering, he'd officially induct Night into the Clan, meaning he would be named Nightpaw and have a permanent place in the Clan. Snowstorm had been named his new mentor, which was nice, since he was apparently the father of Duskpaw and Blackpaw.

Instead of answering, Night got up, gave his pelt a few quick licks, and slipped outside. Stepping in front of his snowy-furred warrior, he mewed, "What are we doing today?"

Snowstorm smiled, "We're just going to assess what you know, so that I know what to teach you."

"We?" Night asked. Was he going to be with another apprentice.

Snowstorm nodded, "Yes. Patchear and Blossomfall will be there with Dawnpaw and Duskpaw."

Inwardly, Night sighed. He knew being with both of the she-cats would be trouble, but on the outside, he simply nodded. Hopefully, things wouldn't go downhill.

In the forest...

"What are we starting with?" Night asked Snowstorm. They were walking towards the others, who were talking in a sandy clearing.

"Fighting," Snowstorm mewed. Nodding to the two warriors as they stepped in, he added, "I want to see how much you knew as a rogue."

He whispered to the older she-cat, who beckoned Duskpaw forward. "It's simple," she mewed, "Claws sheathed, fight until one is pinned down or is unable to continue. Go on our mark." They all stepped back, leaving Duskpaw and Night in the center.

Night grinned. This would be easy. Night had sparred his brutal father for over four moons, and was as experienced as a young warrior, except he was more willing to be brutal.

"Go!" The older she-cat yelled. Night stared into Duskpaw's eyes. He would wait for her move. Suddenly, she jumped. Rolling to the side, he heard Duskpaw grunt as she hit the ground. Swiveling around, he grabbed Duskpaw's scruff and tossed her away, but she landed on her paws. Grimacing, Night bent his head down and barreled into her, knocking her over. As she hit the ground, he bit her scruff again, this time slamming her head into the ground. Though it hurt his neck a bit, it completely stunned Duskpaw, and her eyes glazed a bit, but she stayed barely conscious.

"Stop it Night!" Snowstorm exclaimed, stepping forward and separating the two apprentices. Examining the apprentice, he mewed, "You didn't need to be so hard."

"But how would you assess me if I go easy on opponents?" Night asked innocently.

Snowstorm sighed, "She'll be fine soon. There's nothing seriously hurt. She'll probably have a few bad bumps though." Looking at Night, he mewed, "You should control yourself!"

Night nearly retorted back, but he kept his mouth shut. Arguing wouldn't help.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt her," Dawnpaw's voice mewed from behind him. Night just sighed and shook his head.

Later...

Thankfully, a few minutes later, Duskpaw had awoken. She seemed a bit shaken, and she said she had a headache, so Snowstorm told Blossomfall to escort her to Jayfeather.

The next part of the assessment had been hunting. Night had missed chances with a thrush and a squirrel, but managed to snag a vole and a rabbit, though both weren't the neatest kills. It had disappointed him that he hadn't done well, as he normally could do much better than he had, but nevertheless, Snowstorm seemed fine with it. His new mentor was a bit wary of him, but Snowstorm seemed to have forgiven him.

They were on their way back to camp, and Night found himself next to Dawnpaw yet again. Their mentors were a few fox-lengths ahead of them, discussing something.

"You did great today!" Dawnpaw exclaimed, nudging Night. Admiration shone in her eyes, and Night felt a rush of pride flow through him. At least someone recognized how advanced he was.

"You didn't too bad either," Night complemented. She hadn't. Once they started their hunting, she'd showed how expert she was. She'd caught three mice and a starling, and the starling catch was great. They had had no idea where it was, before the bird popped out from behind a bush. With really quick reflexes, Dawnpaw had leaped and snagged the fluttering starling out of the air, slamming it down and biting it dead.

"Thanks!" Dawnpaw purred. She looked ahead at Snowstorm and added in a soft tone, "Admittedly, I found it hilarious seeing you easily beat Duskpaw. Don't tell her or Snowstorm though. They'd freak out."

Night stifled a laugh. He found the way the two she-cats fought cute. It was like if they stopped fighting, they'd die of boredom. "Race you!" Dawnpaw called, bursting ahead. Night sighed contently, and ran after her, though he knew he'd never catch up.

Days later...

"Night! Night!" An excited voice mewed, flicking the switch on his consciousness.

Blinking his eyes open, Night saw Dawnpaw standing next to him, excitement in her eyes. There was no sunlight streaming into the den. Why why was she waking him up at night? "Let me sleep," he murmured.

"No!" Dawnpaw mewed, "You're coming with us to the gathering! Get up!"

Sighing, Night forced himself up. Dawnpaw had been chattering about the gathering for the last couple of days, and it had been annoying Night to the ends of the world. Maybe she would shut up if he went.

At first, Dawnpaw's chatterbox personality had been slightly adorable, but now it just seemed irritating to him.

He followed her out of their den, blinking when the soft moonlight entered his sight. A group of cats was standing at the entrance, with Bramblestar at the lead. Once Night, Dawnpaw, and a few others had joined, Bramblestar lifted his head and mewed, "Let's go."

A/N:

Sorry for ending before the gathering! This was longer than I expected, so I cut it short. Don't worry, the gathering will be next chapter.

Night needs to control himself. If only his father hadn't turned him into a senseless killing machine, then Night would've been a happy ThunderClan kit.

Remember, gathering next chapter.

R&R!