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Chapter Two: Juniperpaw appears

Redpaw had just fallen back asleep when he felt a heavy weight on his back and scented an extremely familiar scent.

"Get off, Juniperpaw." he muttered, before curling himself into an even tighter ball.

His sister ignored him. It wasn't hard.

"Go and bug Mousepaw, ok?" complained a half-asleep, very grumpy and still very confused Redpaw.

She rolled over back into her nest.

Redpaw was mad.

First thing in the morning his stupid furball of a mentor drags him to the middle of nowhere where there is nothing and then Juniperpaw picks today of all days to jumpscare him. And then, guess what?

"Redpaw, are you so lazy that you honestly expect to start training at sunhigh?"

Mouse dung!

Of course he expected to start training at sunhigh. HE GOT WOKEN UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO WALK FOR MOONS TO SEE A PATCH OF EMPTY LAND!

He tried not to scream that at Roseshine and instead managed a "Yeah I expected to."

"Honestly, you're lucky I didn't send you on the dawn patrol. Today we'll be training with Juniperpaw and Cloudleaf."

Cloudleaf was a huge, annoying tom who loved telling the apprentices about that one time he caught multiple mice in one go. No one had any idea how many- it had morphed from five, to eight, to nine, and apparently, as he was striding over to Redpaw, trying to engage him in his tall tale, eleven.

Redpaw shuddered as Cloudleaf continued, "I pounced on the sixth mouse gracefully. Its delicate neck snapped…"

There probably weren't even that many mice in the forest. Disgusting, and it seemed like telling this story was Cloudleaf's form of teaching apprentices to hunt.

Roseshine had a slightly faraway look on her face.

Juniperpaw had a very bored look on her face. She sidled up to Redpaw. "He tells me this story every time we go hunting. We spend more time storytelling than doing stuff. But the fighting's ok. You're better, though. Roseshine must be really great. She-"

"She lectures me about mice every time I eat."

"Oh."

Cloudleaf seemed to have finished his story, or maybe he realized that no one was listening. "Stop that twittering away like irritating little birds, let's hunt. Roseshine?"

Roseshine jumped out of her fur and landed back in. "What did I miss?"

"You missed his story." replied Redpaw.

"Yeah, the story." Juniperpaw chimed in.

Roseshine looked distinctly unimpressed.

And so the four set out on a hunting practice. It consisted of "Step lightly, Redpaw. You aren't a Twoleg monster, now are you?" and "Juniperpaw, what in the name of StarClan are you doing?" and pulling Juniperpaw out of a bush.

But Redpaw relished catching the mice. For some reason hearing the mice

as he snapped their necks was an odd satisfaction in itself… and even the unsatisfactory kills, the ones where the mice turned into blood fountains, oozing blood gently from their wounds…

"REDPAW?!" Juniperpaw stared at him. "What's so cool about that dead mouse that you stare at it for ages and ages and ages? Don't you hate mice?"

Mouse dung! I'm turning into Roseshine.

"Nothing, just… celebrating the kill…? Uh, yay?"

"Like Cloudleaf?" There was a glimmer in his littermate's eyes.

Am I turning into both our mentors?

Hunting training/patrol (first training, then the moment Redpaw got back, patrol time) took most of Redpaw's time and most of Redpaw's energy. And sanity.

It had also seemed to strip Juniperpaw of her remaining sanity. Somewhere around the end of patrol, she had started copying Redpaw and making him thoroughly sick and tired of life itself. If you could call Juniperpaw life.

(It was probably meant to be funny, though. Cloudleaf thought it was. "That's the spirit! Learn as much as you can from everyone you meet!")

And THEN they make Roseshine pop up.

So pop up and try to drag him off to the mysterious patch of land she did.

"What is that place?!"

Nobody cared.

Am I her mentor, or what…

"GIVE ME ANSWERS OR GIVE ME DEATH!"

Roseshine unsheathed her claws. "Are you sure, Redpaw?"

No. Well, apparently, no answers from her. Bad. Very bad news.

"We're here!" That was Roseshine.

"And what is he doing here?" squeaked someone.

As we all know, it was Frostpaw.

Hiya! Honestly, this was really short. But I'm all out of lifeblood aka I'm sick and tired of life itself. And I just realized I never made a Clan leader or a med. cat. Oops. Medicine cat will probably appear, but Clan leader I don't have plans for… ugh.

Why are all of them weirdos? Ugh. Juniperpaw's the best.