Wait, am I seeing this right? ~goes checks views again~ Yes! No way! I can't believe it! I have 661 views! Yes! Well, anyway, sorry for the big break, cos I was travelling. I didn't know if I could post chapters using another device other than my laptop, so it took a while to try to make time to make this. Don't expect a lot of chapters until I get the names of the billions of kits that I somehow have to come up with the names of. (Finally worked out how to have page breaks :D) By the way, the competition for the names of the kits ends in the twenty fourth day of April, 2016. You may have notice the rating has gone up to T, that's cos I read loads of other books, and realised they were rated T, so I wanted to change it, so I could make the cats have some battles. Enough of me, here's the chapter, and don't forget to review!

Chapter 23

Stormpaw, RiverClan

Ever since the Gathering, all Stormpaw had thought of was the apprentice with light grey fur, and green eyes which matched the colours of the lush grass. He hadn't been able to concentrate, and Iceclaw, knowing him extremely well, had asked him multiple times if there was anything he wanted to tell her, or if anything was bothering him. Each time, Stormpaw had shaken his head, and tried his hardest to hear what his mentor was trying to teach him. 'My assessment is in the next moon and I can't even concentrate!' He hissed, shaking his head furiously. Willowstar was perched on the Waterrock, surveying the Clan. Carppelt was sitting next to her, and every so often, Willowstar would lean over and murmur something inaudible in her trusty deputy's ear. Carppelt would nod or shake his head, and would mew something back to Willowstar. Stormpaw sighed, and looked back at the fat trout at his paws. Trout was his favourite, but today it tasted bland. Still, Stormpaw forced himself to tune back into his friends' mewing and eat up the trout. Tonight was the Gathering, and Stormpaw hoped that he would be able to go. He wanted to see Springpaw again, and he wanted to meet the other apprentices from all of the other Clans.

A soft muzzle nuzzled his grey ear, and Stormpaw looked up, amber eyes unfocused and distant. Leaning over him was his golden and grey brother; Streampaw. Opening his mouth, Stormpaw's littermate displayed his shining white set of teeth before starting to mew. "Are you okay?"

Stormpaw looked up in surprise. Had his strange mood been noticed by his brother? He dismissed that worrying thought as Streampaw sat down, clearly waiting for an answer. "Yeah! Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be? I mean, this trout is delicious!"

Streampaw looked startled by Stormpaw's ramble, and embarrassed, Stormpaw ducked his head.

"O-okay?" tried Streampaw, head cocked to one side, eyes narrowed with amusement. "Yeah, I've got a lot on my mind right now, with the-"

"Assessment and everything." finished Streampaw. "Don't worry, I get it. Anyways, at least there is one littermate that feels the same way as I do!" he muttered, gazing over at Stormpaw and Streampaw's sister; Brightpaw, who was certainly living up to her name, a bundle of sleek fur as she dashed around, chatting to everyone. She didn't look like she had a care in the world, much less her warrior assessment! Stormpaw's warm amber orbs clouded with guilt, thinking about his brother's words. 'I'm worried about Springpaw, not our assessment, though I am worried about what the Clan would think if I failed my assessment!'

An expression of anxiety flickered over Stormpaw's face like minnows in a pool. Thankfully, Streampaw didn't seem to notice, his eyes fixed on a certain little kit. Frowning, Stormpaw followed his serious gaze, his eyes opening wide as he saw one of Silverflower's three six day old kits clambering around near the water. She tripped, dangerously near the river bank, and Stormpaw could hardly hear a rustle of fur as Streampaw shot to his feet, multi coloured fur on end. His brother paused, as tense as a hunter waiting to pounce as the little kit teetered on the edge.

As if in slow motion, Stormpaw could see the movement of the kit as she fell down into the icy rushing river, and felt his ear fur rustle with the leaving of Streampaw as he raced to save the tiny cat from visiting StarClan.

Suddenly, a big wave rolled over Stormpaw, and everything was returned to normal speed. A wail pierced his ears as the small kit was yanked by the strong current, and pulled under. The steady thrum of his litter mate's paws as he struggled to keep up with the drowning kitten. The shocked faces of his Clanmates when they heard the terrifying splash of the kit meeting the river. And the final, most horrifying thing of all, Silverflower's beautiful face frozen into a look of shock and utter, complete misery as she realised it was her kit that was washed down the river.

Okay, something new I wanted to try so I get to know the people reading more, the Question of the Day!

QOTD:

Which cat would you save from dying in the Warrior Cats series?