"Lionfang!"
"Alright time to wake up?" he murmured, annoyed.
"Yes! Oakstar just said, it's time for us to get apprentices!" Whitefrost mewed, excitedly. It had been almost 2 moons since the gathering, where the 6 cats were revealed the truth. Sootclaw, Icestream and Oakstar were concerned about the prophecy, though Lionfang had forgotten all about it. "C'mon you big dope!"
"Apprentices! Wow! I'll be right there!" he yowled in delight. Whitefrost was already by highrock, waiting impatiently for the ceremony to begin.
"All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather at highrock for a clan meeting!" Oakstar called. At that moment, Lionfang dashed out of the den and to Whitefrost's side. "It is time for 3 of our young kits to become apprentices," Oakstar began as he looked down at the 3 kits. One was, a dark ginger tom, another a dark gray-blue she-cat, and the third was a pure black tom with a white tipped tail. "Come forward young one," he mewed to the black tom. "From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called, Blackpaw. Darkshadow. You have yet to have an apprentice; Blackpaw will be your first,"
Darkshadow nodded respectfully as he strode over to his new apprentince and slightly awkwardly, touched noses with him. Oakstar flicked his tail and beckoned the dark gray she-cat. Lionfang wondered which of the two would be his. "From this moment on, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Duskpaw. Whitefrost! Duskpaw shall be your first. Icestream has done well with you, and I hope you'll pass on your skills," Oakstar continued as Whitefrost touched noses with her, wide-eyed apprentice. Oakstar waited for the cheering to fade. "From this moment on, you shall be known as Redpaw. Lionfang, will be your mentor. Fallensun has done wonderfully with you Lionfang, I expect you'll pass on his skills," Oakstar finished as he let Redpaw and Lionfang touch noses.
"Redpaw!" the dark ginger tom yowled, in pride.
A shadowy figure slowly appeared under the moonlight. "Capri… it's good to finally see you again."
"Been a long time, eh?"
"Yes. But we must act fast. The leaders are getting suspicious…"
"I know, keep you fur on. Patience is always a virtue, Darkshadow," Capri replied, calmly. He was a muscular broad tom, very dark brown tabby.
"But we must act fast. If we want to conquer Starclan… we must first destroy it's heart… it's savior, the very first. Firestar. Firestar's blood must be spilled," Darkshadow growled.
"When?"
"Soon enough."
"But, how can Firestar's blood be spilled? They left… to a different forest. Then our ancestors ran again because of Twolegs. Many were left behind to die. Including Firestar's descendants," Capri croaked, hoarsely.
"Not all died…. Lionfang, will help me."
"Lionfang? Ohhh… Lionfang?" Redpaw called in the middle of the clearing.
"Shut up, Redpaw. Do you always have to be such an idiot?" Blackpaw snapped.
Redpaw frowned as he blinked once. Flowerpaw, Poppypaw and Duskpaw giggled. All three she-cats admired Blackpaw. He was surprisingly handsome. He didn't have a broad face, nor a narrow one. He had dark blue eyes and a black coat, and was always such a good fighter, like he was already a warrior. But he took after his father, Oakstar. Yes, his father was Oakstar and his mother was Sunheart. Redpaw was his brother, they never liked each other, with completely different personalities.
"Stop acting like a big hotshot!" Redpaw growled.
"I'm not acting," Blackpaw retorted as he went to the fresh-kill pile. Always so secretive, mysterious. Doing anything for honor.
"Why you-!" Redpaw yowled.
"Why don't you crawl back to mom, you stupid mouse-brain," Blackpaw smirked.