A/N: EEE! I thought of two sets of names and I cant pick! Please help meeee~!
1= Swirl-Tom, Ember-tortoiseshell, Mist-grey.
2= Swirl=Tom, Patch=Tortoiseshell, Storm=grey.
Anyway…On with the chapter!!!!!!!...
I watched as the kits played together, throwing small lumps of snow at each other playfully. Their eyes shone with joy as they ducked away from lumps of snow. They didn't have names yet, they would be named at one months age – It was group custom. If kits weren't named at exactly a moon, they were called younglings. It could be used as an insult to other cats, even if they weren't a 'youngling'. Personally, I found the term mildly inaccurate- I mean, the so-called younglings were as young as any other kit. I sighed softly.
"Wolf?" I jumped as my name was called and I whirled around, spooked.
"OH! Phew, Its only you." I watched as my mentor drew closer.
"Only me .. Wolf .. I need to tell you something." I flicked my ear at this, his voice was guarded, showing no emotion. He often needed to "Tell me" Things.
"Hm?"
"Wolf, Im picking a second apprentice as well.. But if you both survive to adulthood you will fight each other for my position. The loser is outcasted or killed." My ears flattened and I stared at him.
"Who, Might I ask, is the second apprentice?"
"You know the new-borns?" Ironic, wasn't it? I wanted to care for them, and now I may have to have one exiled or killed, "Well. It's the Tortoiseshell she." I groaned inwardly.
Kill or be killed. The saying ran through my mind, It was from the dark-ages. The days where the clans killed many of our group and unnecessary amounts of blood was shed. Then a prophecy, as the clans called it, was brought forth. It said "Blood shed for power and land, Blood shed for no-other reason. Death will be brought to the groups unless all falls peaceful and quiet." Hah! The 'truce' wouldn't last much longer, my group were already sharpening their claws and fortifying camp. I let out a snort of laughter, which caused Earthquake to look disgruntled. Shaking my head, I bowed my head.
"Can I go hunt, my leader?.." I seemed to find anything funny at the moment – probably out of shock – as I addressed the leader. My eyes glinted with amusement and I kept my head lowered, so he didn't see.
He nodded in reply and I padded out, scenting the air for prey-scent. I found a scent-trail of a thrush and padded after it, crouched low to the ground and my tail still. Spotting a flurry of feathers, I prepared to pounce. I leapt, I flew, towards the bird and ended it quickly, burying it under mounds of pine needles and snow. I flicked an ear and scented the crisp, morning air for more prey. I hadn't explored the whole territory, and definitely not borders, so I didn't know that I had crossed the border with Iceclan. I followed the scent of a sparrow and was preparing to pounce when a large shape rammed into my side, I let out an astonished yowl as it knocked me over and unsheathed its claws.
Cat! Yet, it smells all wrong!
What if it's a clan cat?
No! It cant be! This cat is on our territory and alone! Clans live in groups and don't go on our territory.
What if he was hunting? What if you crossed the border? What if HE crossed the border? I kicked him off and turned to face him, snarling. Wincing, I realised now bore a scar along my left side, Oh, he's gonna pay! By now, I could tell he was male and I flicked my tail, eyes narrowed.
"Who are you, youngling?" All right, all right. Ill admit that he looked older than me, but it was the first insult that sprang to mind!
"I could ask you the same question." He paused, "Im Hazelpaw of Ice-clan. Now who are you and why are you on clan territory."
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DRAMA :D Anyyyywayyyyyy PLEASE review which set of names I should use!
