A/N Hello and welcome! First may I say to anonymous-cat - thank you for reviewing::gives bouquet of roses and fresh-kill: Uh… you'd better freeze that.

Disclaimer::is still running from cats in chapter one: MEEEEP! I lied! I lied! I don't own Warriors!

(Begin Chapter Two)

A black kit with nearly invisible dark brown tips threw herself onto her brother, smashing him into the nursery wall. "Got you!" she crowed, evidently pleased.

Her brother, light brown with dark brown tips, shook off a thick layer of cold dust off of his coat, though apparently it made no difference. "You got lucky. I was watching Twigkit fighting Dewkit!"

The female kit sneezed, her light laughter. "Liar! You were watching me the whole time!" She pounced on him again, biting the scruff of his neck.

He flipped over and sent her whipping towards a wall of bracken, but luckily she hit the ground before any damage came to the barrier. She leapt up, hissing, and ran towards her brother again.

"Dustkkit! Russetkit!" called a voice from beneath the Highrock. A light brown cat with dark tips waved his tail, beckoning them towards the leader's den under the rock where meetings were called.

The two kits eagerly ran towards their father, paws stirring up dust behind them. "Father!" called Russetkit, falling back slightly to greet the cat. Duskkit, on the other hand, ran straight into the den.

"Duskkit, what have we told you about running into dens?" reprimanded a strong voice. A silvery-blue, solid cat exited, with the growing kit bouncing about behind her. "You must enter slowly, or else you'll kill somecat by running in."

The kit obviously didn't care, but tried to look interested. "Yes, Bluestar," she said, voice awed with admiration. "Didn't you say we were getting our warrior names today?"

Bluestar purred with laughter. "No, no, not your warrior names- your apprentice names. I'm calling a ceremony here later on, but until then you and Russetkit can keep playing."

Duskkit sat down and washed a paw, tail carving small patterns in the dust behind her. "When?" she asked curiously. "At…" She let the question hang.

"Sunhigh. That's not too long from now." Bluestar bent her head down and licked the kit on the shoulder. "You should go now, back to the nursery. Your mother will be waiting."

Duskkit stopped washing and flicked her ears around. "But I want to know who my mentor will be," she begged, sparkling green eyes desperate. "I don't want some stiff cat either," she continued. "Maybe a really strong cat, like Tigerclaw, or-"

Bluestar interrupted her. "You'll know at sunhigh!" she said, and nudged the kit towards her father and brother. "Now go, and don't waste all your energy before sunhigh!"

Duskkit pranced off to her brother, who was intensely explaining every detail of the nursery life, from the bickering set of new kits to the exciting news that they would be apprentices soon. "And Birchkit, she always gets to sleep in Rosetail's old nest, it always has the softest moss anywhere- Duskkit!"

The black kit bounded up, and tackled her brother, crowing, "Sunhigh! Sunhigh!"

Rootpelt, the father, looked up. "Not quite, Duskkit."

The black kit twined herself around her father's tail, stalking it with keen eyes. Seeing her chance, she pounced and bit the tail with sharp, white teeth.

He whipped around and battered her with sheathed claws, but she leapt up over him and wrapped her claws around his left hind leg and, in a way, hugged her father's leg. Like a lichen to a rock, she hung to the tan leg, never shaking off.

Skyfur, the kit's adoptive mother, came out of the nursery, gently picking up a tumbling kit from the entrance and setting it aside. "Rootpelt, I heard from Duskkit-"

"I believe the whole camp has heard by now," grumbled a huge, dark brown tabby padding by. "Duskkit and Russetkit are having their apprentice ceremony at sunhigh." He looked down upon the two kits. An unreadable emotion lying in his eyes, he said, "Duskpaw and Russetpaw… interesting. Your parents would be proud." He walked away, tail high in the air.

Bluestar and Rootpelt exchanged looks. "We should tell them now," murmured Rootpelt. "Should-"

"I will," said Bluestar, turning to her den, flicking her tail towards it. "Russetkit, Duskkit… come please."

Curious, the two kits ran forward into the leader's den. "I wonder what they were talking about," commented Russetkit. "Tigerclaw must've said something strange. Aren't Skyfur and Rootpelt proud of us?" asked Russetkit to Bluestar.

Bluestar bowed her head, and looked somewhat old bathed by the dim light that struggled through the thick lichen hanging over her den. "Yes, Skyfur and your father are," she said. "And your real mother is too."

Duskkit took a step back. "What?" Her emerald eyes were clouded with disbelief and confusion. "You mean Skyfur-"

"-took you in when you were kits and now… I suppose it's time. Either way, you two, you are an asset to ThunderClan and always be proud of yourself!" Bluestar sternly looked at the two, and said, "Swear by StarClan that you will not become upset by this?"

The two kits nodded solemnly, and then Russetkit questioned, "Is our real mother dead? Did another Clan warrior kill her?"

"I bet it was ShadowClan!" accused Duskkit. "Mousebrains! I'll get them one day-"

"Your mother is very much alive," said Bluestar, slightly amused by Duskkit. "But she lives with Twolegs in their nests."

Russetkit stared, light brown eyes boring into the sky-blue ones of his leader. "She's a kittypet? A… pet of Twolegs? Is that why Tigerclaw doesn't like us? Or why the other kits won't play with us? Because we weren't born with pure forest roots?"

Duskkit stuck her nose in her brother's face. "Well, we'll show them! We'll be the strongest and best apprentices ever! Half-kittypets can fight! Remember- we're still half-forest!"

Bluestar was, in a way, relieved that they were not taking it as bad is it could've been. "I might as well have your ceremony now- if you two are so excited."

Duskkit raced outside, and ended up crashing into a sleek silver cat with a long, black streak from her nose to the tip of her tail. "Ebonstreak! Did you hear? I-"

"You're having your warrior ceremony!" replied the playful cat, rolling over and pushing the excitable kit off.

Duskkit purred. "If only! That's my next ceremony. I have to be an apprentice first."

Ebonstreak shook her head, shaking off dust. "Ah, what a pity. You have the strength of LionClan!"

"Speaking of lions, where is Lionheart?" asked Bluestar, emerging from her den, Russetkit behind her, lost deep in thought. "We need him for the ceremony."

Ebonstreak nodded towards the warrior's den. "Sleeping. He just got done with three patrols- he offered to be in each one. What a warrior! Doing one a day is death for me." She faked collapsing and wheezing for breath.

Duskkit pounced on the warrior's tail, gnawing on the tip. Ebonstreak whipping around and, retaliating, nibbled on the kit's tail.

Bluestar went up to the Highrock, and called out the traditional Clan meeting words. Duskkit ran around in circles about Ebonstreak, but Rootpelt put a paw on her head and calmed her down.

Duskkit looked up at her father, and remembered the talk Bluestar had with her and her brother. Would her father really of betrayed the warrior code, going off to a kittypet?

"Duskkit and Russetkit, you two are ready to become apprentices. Come here, underneath the Highrock, to receive your apprentice names."

Duskkit quickly padded underneath the Highrock with her brother, eager. Russetkit took it slowly, taking in all the looks on the warrior's, queens, elders, and Bluestar herself's faces. He knew this would change his life- but he remained calm, like always. He thought bouncing around like a landed fish was tiring, and useless.

"StarClan, I wish for you to look down upon these two apprentices, who will be known as Duskpaw and Russetpaw. These two apprentices need mentors.

"Ebonstreak, come here, beneath the Highrock. You do not have an apprentice, and this will be your first. Your wit and your skills are useful to the Clan, and I fully expect you to pass them on to young Duskpaw here." Ebonstreak came forward, and touched noses with Duskpaw, who nearly wriggled out of her fur with joy. Taking a step back, the she-cat warrior gave Duskpaw a lick on the shoulder, the kit noticed that Ebonstreak looked as proud and excited as she did.

"Lionheart, please come beneath the Highrock. You currently do not have an apprentice, and you will be given Russetkit." Wide-eyed, Lionheart walked up to the place where the other three cats were. "Your strength and wisdom for one so young is an asset to the Clan, and I fully expect you to pass it to Russetpaw." The two cats touched noses, and Lionheart licked the kit's shoulder, shaking with pride. An apprentice!

"Russetpaw! Duskpaw! Russetpaw! Duskpaw!" called out the clan, happy to see more apprentices to come in.

"More room in the nursery for me!" commented Skyfur, and nudged Duskpaw. "More silence too- less bruises- life will be wonderful after this!"

"Well done," murmured a low voice from behind Russetpaw, and he spun around to see a scarred nose in front of his face, with amber eyes meeting his. Tigerclaw stepped back, tail twisting in the air. "Two new apprentices- well done." He turned around, off to the warrior's den.

Ebonstreak looked at the sky, then blinked. "I should really stop doing that!"

"Hey! Ebonstreak!" called a young, light-brown she-cat warrior, Mousefur, from the entrance of the camp. "You're on sunhigh patrol, remember?"

"Oh, StarClan!" yelped Ebonstreak, and she sprinted for the entrance.

"Wait!" cried Duskpaw. "Can I come?"

Ebonstreak turned. "You'll have to ask Bluestar."

Duskpaw turned to Bluestar, who was trying to gnaw at some dried mud stuck in her pad. "Can I? Please?"

The leader looked like she was considering it, then nodded. "Yes, you can. Don't be a nuisance though!"

A strong, wiry-looking warrior passed by, commenting, "Ah, Bluestar, letting apprentices on patrol?"

Bluestar waved her tail at the cat. "Thistleclaw, Duskpaw will scare any ShadowClan warrior from here to the Silverpelt," she said good-naturedly. "What a warrior she will become! Now go, Duskpaw," she said, resuming her normal self from her laughing one. "Catch up with Mousefur and Grassclaw, Duskpaw!"

With that, the black kit sped off, passing up her mentor.

"Hey! Wait!" yelped Ebonstreak, pelting after her. "I'm your mentor, come back here!"

Skidding to a halt, Duskpaw eagerly waited for her mentor, then went speeding off into the forest again.

(End chapter two)

A/N Okay, I'm just going to say this (because I need to get it out!)- I'm trying to copy the writing style of Erin Hunter. I normally don't write so simply, or use dialogue like a fifth grader (I heard that used in a review of one of her books once). I normally write… well, see my other fics. Other than that, just review and I'll have the third chapter up as soon as possible! Spoiler- next chappie, we'll have some action (mean catfight! Meow! Hiss!)

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