"I caught almost all of the prey today," Sweetpaw boasted to Moonpaw and Redpaw. "You won't have to go hungry because of me."

"Lucky for us," Moonpaw looked at Willowpaw, rolling her eyes. The tortoiseshell she-cat didn't like Sweetpaw either. It was a bit refreshing.

"Did you feed the elders?" Redpaw asked.

"Of course," Sweetpaw put her nose in the air. "I'm not mouse-brained."

Or you didn't want to deal with Roseclaw's tongue.

Willowpaw knew that she wouldn't want to anger the black she-cat. Roseclaw was sharing tongues with Ravenfeather. They kept an eye on Leopardclaw, who was telling Mousepaw and Whitepaw a story. The golden tabby still seemed sad, but was slowly recovering.

Brownfoot and Rabbitclaw were stretched out, enjoying what little sunshine there was. The elders all seemed to be in a good mood. Moonpaw had cleaned out their nests.

"One day I'll be the best fighter," Sweetpaw continued. "The Clan is lucky to have me. And not some kittypet pretending to be a warrior."

"Listen here you," Willowpaw lowered her ears. "I'm going to be a warrior and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

"I'll help her too," Moonpaw glared at Sweetpaw.

"Seriously Moonpaw?" Sweetpaw gave her a look. "You're going to side with a kittypet instead of a forest-born cat like me?"

"Willowpaw has proven herself," Moonpaw huffed. "She's caught more prey than you ever will. And I trust her."

"Why don't you go find Roseclaw?" Redpaw yawned. "I'm sure she has something you can do."

"Hmph!" Sweetpaw brushed Redpaw's flank with her tail, making her way to her mentor. Roseclaw must have told her to clean the apprentice's den, because the white she-cat padded into Thornberry's den. At least that would keep her busy.

Willowpaw kept her eyes on the stars as she heard Mousepaw and the other apprentices getting ready to sleep. Appletail was on guard that night. The brown tabby she-cat gave her a soft nod. She missed her foster mother.

"Room for two?"

"Go ahead," she relaxed at Spiderwhisker's soft voice. The black tom sat down, adjusting his white paws under him.

"Silverpelt looks great tonight, huh?" he sighed. "It's nice to just lay here and watch the stars. No patrols or fights. As nice as fighting is, it's nothing compared to this peace."

"Who knows how long it will last," Willowpaw admitted. "The Clans always find something to fight about. And those rouges might come back."

"Don't worry about those other Clans and rouges," he licked her ears. "I'll keep you safe. As a warrior and your mate."

"I can protect you as well," she flexed her claws. "I've gotten better."

"You are a great hunter," Spiderwhisker praised her. "Our kits will have my fighting skills and your hunting ability."

"I'm still an apprentice," she pawed at his chest. "Aren't we way too young to discuss having kits?"

"It'll be a possibility one day," he purred. "I'm not rushing at all. I want to explore things with you. Patrol with you. Fight beside you."

"Sharing nests together," she rubbed her head against his. And they would also be away from Sweetpaw.

"I'll make your nest myself," Spiderwhisker's amber eyes were filled with excitement. "I'm sure that you'll fit between me and Appletail."

"What about Mousepaw?"

"She'll find a space. I'm sure Whitepaw will help."

Willowpaw chuckled, "I told her it was obvious that he likes her. She clearly likes him back."

"Clearly they are going to be mates."

"True," Willowpaw didn't hang out with her sister much since becoming apprentices. She missed how close they used to be. She was happy for Mousepaw, but a small part of her feels replaced by Whitepaw. Did Mousepaw feel the same way about her and Spiderwhisker?

"It's starting to get cold," Appletail spoke up as she padded towards them, her green gaze soft. "You two should go to sleep. You have to go on the dawn patrol, Spiderwhisker. Wouldn't want Ravenfeather to get mad."

"Yes, Appletail," Spiderwhisker licked Willowpaw's ear before making his way into the warriors den. His tail swished before disappearing into the den.

"He's a great cat," Appletail purred. "He'll treat you right, my dear. Just like my mate did with me."

"What happened to your mate?" Willowpaw gave her a curious look.

"He lost his last life to greencough," Appletail bowed her head. "Dapplestar was a great leader. And he was smart to choose Bumblestar as his deputy."

Willowpaw rubbed her head against hers, "He made a good decision. It would have been great to meet him."

Willowpaw shook her head to make sure it was actually happening. She had fallen asleep to wake up in a sparkling flower field. She felt warm, as if soaking in direct sunlight, but she couldn't tell where the light was from. Stars swirled around her.

"You're not dead, Willowpaw."

Willowpaw felt her heart beat at that familiar voice. She turned to touch noses with Leafstorm, "I've missed you!"

"Missed you too," her green eyes were sad. "I miss Smokefrost so much! But I can see that he's in safe paws."

"I've been trying," Willowpaw said sheepishly.

"He'll get another mate," Leafstorm sighed. "I've seen it. Neither of them know how much they need each other."

"You don't mean. . "

"Not you, Willowpaw," she chuckled. "There is another."

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. That's fate," Leafstorm's gaze turned serious as she locked eyes with Willowpaw. "Something is coming. When all hope is lost, remember that some tom loves you. He's going against his heart right now."

"Huh?" Willowpaw felt confused, but Leafstorm was already fading. She gave her a final look of pity.

"Love him before you lose him. . ."

Author's Note- A little Spider x Willow for the people who enjoy the ship. I'm a fan of fluff myself, so their sweet moments are really fun to write.

Question time (If anyone is sick of me asking quesions, let me know)

1. Out of Rabbitclaw's kits, who do you like best, Redpaw, Moonpaw, or Whitepaw?

2. What do you think Moonpaw's warrior name will be?

3. What do you think Whitepaw's name be? Mousepaw's?