Disclaimer: I probably don't need to state again that I own nothing. . . extremely depressing that is.
A/N: Well here's another chapter, I hope people like it.
Moonpaw stepped outside of the den into the first rays of dawn. She looked around the camp which was glistening with early morning dew. Firestar had just finished instructing the patrol as Moonpaw walked up to him.
"Oh, Moonpaw," said Firestar arching his back pulling at the tense muscles in his back, "I was just coming to wake you up," I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the training hollow and learn some knew moves?"
"Sure, I was hoping you would ask," Purred Moonpaw, "Um, Firestar, could we maybe go hunting before we start training. I'm kind of hungry?"
Firestar looked at his apprentice then nodded, "I think so. Besides I still have to see how good your hunting skills are. Lets see who can get more prey," and with that he raced out of the camp with his apprentice hot on his heels.
"No fare! You got a head start," she teased.
"We'll split up here," panted Firestar resting as they entered tallpines, "Meet me back at the training hollow with all your prey around lunch time."
Just as the two cats were about to split up they saw a pale ginger coat emerge from the trees, "What on Earth could you two be doing so early in the morning," said Sandstorm coming towards Firestar and Moonpaw.
"Hi Sandstorm," purred Moonpaw, "We were just going to see who could get the most prey by lunch, we're going to split up here and meet back at the training hollow. Want to play?" asked the apprentice.
"Count me in," said Sandstorm rubbing against Firestar briefly before sprinting into the forest, "Catch me if you can," she mewed over her shoulder.
Firestar looked at Moonpaw then ran the oppistie direction of Sandstorm. Moonpaw stood staring as her leader bounded away, his muscles bunching together for every powerful leap he took.
Moonpaw suddenly felt very lonely. She knew something in her was missing, she needed to find out what she didn't know, "But not yet," she whispered to herself.
The Thunderclan apprentice loved all the cats in her clan and was very close with some of her den mates, but she also knew something wasn't there. She looked at what was around her and felt like she was somehow disconnected from the reast of the forest. She stood there in silence for a few minutes, then, deciding that she should just be happy with what she did have, padded of into the forest.
The sound of a mouse nearby alerted Firestar that he so far hadn't found that much prey. He quickly dropped into the hunters crouch, stalking silently across the pine needle padded ground, his paws making no sound. The mouse never knew he was there as he sprang towards it. He finished it swiftly and buried it so he could pick it up later.
The heading out of the forest towards Suningrocks, Firestar caught the scent of a lone Riverclan cat. He quickly walked towards the scent which he easily recognized. Suddenly he caught sight of a silver pelt so much like his leaders, only this one was matted with blood.
"Oh my god," he whispered weaving through the rocks trying to reach the huddled figure of the cat, "Mistyfoot," he mewed urgently, "What happened?"
"Oh Firestar," said the Riverclan warrior, her sides heaving, "I was on my way to visit and I was attacked," she fell heavily on her side, panting hard, "Shadowclan warriors were in our territory, but they have a knew leader."
"Mistyfoot," said Firestar urgently as the young she-cat closed her eyes, "Who is their leader?"
"His name is Deadheart," she gasped, then fell silent and lay motionless.