Hey guys! I'm sorry about the horrible last chapter. (Though none of you said it was bad. Thank you!) So in return for none of you giving me bad reviews, I'm updating quickly. (I know it wasn't that quick, but I had to finish the chapter first)

Anyway, thanks to PhantomFan07, Demon .-. Kitterz, and Krissy25 for adding me to their favorites lists.

So, on with the chapter! (Please let this be better than the last chapter!)

Disclaimer: Fortunately for everyone except for me, I do not own Warriors, which belong to Kate Cary and Cherith Baldry. (If I did own them…eek! It'd be scary.)

The she-cat opened her eyes and blinked several times. Where was she? She tried to remember exactly what had happened before she fell asleep. It was a hard memory to recall, as she had only been half awake, but she remembered a small reddish-brown she-cat. Ah, she thought. The she-cat. I wonder where she is.

A blue-gray she-cat stepped into the den. "So you're awake," she mewed. "There's a mouse waiting for you to eat." She flicked her tail in the direction of the small gray creature lying in front of the she-cat. "I'm Bluefoot, by the way."

"Excuse me," the she-cat croaked. "Where...where am I?"

"You're in ThunderClan," the blue-gray cat replied. "There are three other Clans in the forest: RiverClan, WindClan, and ShadowClan."

"Yes. I've heard about RiverClan."

Bluefoot looked surprised. "You have, have you?"

The she-cat nodded. "Yes. And I've heard about ThunderClan also. The cat who rescued me told me about them. What's her name, by the way?"

Bluefoot rolled her eyes. "Stormpaw," she mewed coldly. "I'd stay out of her way if I were you. She's a brat, you know."

The she-cat was shocked. "She didn't seem like such a brat when she rescued me from that Loudtrail. I mean, what kind of brat risks their life for another cat that they don't even know?"

Bluefoot raised one eyebrow. "Okay, there are two things I don't understand about that story. One: Stormpaw actually risked her life for someone? And two: What in the name of StarClan is a Loudtrail?"

"Er, a Loudtrail is..." she searched for the right words. "You know, that big, hard trail that Baldstick carriers ride on?"

Bluefoot shook her head. "I still don't understand."

The she-cat sighed. "You know, that big black trail at the edge of your territory?"

"Oh, you mean the Thunderpath." Bluefoot nodded in understanding before narrowing her eyes. "How did you know it was at the edge of our territory?"

"The scents were different," the she-cat answered.

"Oh." For some reason, Bluefoot sounded pleased. Then she meowed, "You haven't eaten yet. You probably should: You're as thin as a mouse tail."

The she-cat shook her head. "I'm not hungry. I ate a lot the other day."

Bluefoot's eyes widened. "How could you catch any food? You were beaten up pretty badly."

"I stole some food from a kittypet dish." The she-cat looked slightly embarrassed. "You know, a Baldstick's cat."

Bluefoot nodded. "You know," she meowed. "Here we call 'baldsticks', 'twolegs'. You might want to start calling them that so you don't confuse the rest of the cats."

The she-cat nodded. "Okay. Twolegs."

Just then, a young golden brown tom with blue-gray eyes stepped into the den. "Bluefoot," he mewed. "I got a thorn stuck in my pad. Brownclaw told me to come to you."

Bluefoot nodded. "I'll be right back, Wildpaw. Keep an eye on my patient."

As she left, Wildpaw turned to the she-cat and asked, "You're a rogue, aren't you?"

The she-cat shrugged. "Depends on what you call a rogue. If you mean a mindless killing monster, like many rogues are, then no. If you mean a cat who doesn't belong to a Clan, then yes."

"So you're a loner, then."

The she-cat shook her head. "No. I'm a rogue. Loners are cats who live by themselves. I lived with other cats." She stopped awkwardly, as if she felt she had said too much.

Wildpaw seemed to notice this, and he changed the subject immediately. "So," he meowed. "How has Bluefoot been treating you?"

"Fine," the she-cat replied, glad the subject had been changed. "She's very nice-and a she's a good healer."

"You mean medicine cat," Wildpaw corrected. "She's a medicine cat, not a 'healer'."

"Oh." The she-cat nodded. "Okay. Wow, a lot of the words you cats use are strange."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Well, for example," the she-cat meowed. "You don't know what a Loudtrail is, you call Baldsticks 'twolegs', and you have 'medicine cats', not healers."

Wildpaw stared at her. "They're just different. They're not strange. By the way, what's a Loudtrail?"

The she-cat purred, "My point exactly. Anyway, a Loudtrail is a...what do you call it? Oh, right, the Thunderpath."

Wildpaw nodded. "I understand why you call it a 'Loudtrail'. There's not often prey around it because the noise scares it all off."

The she-cat purred again. "There were a bunch of Thunderpaths where I lived. I could never catch any prey around there. Of course," her voice quieted. "I was always ordered to hunt there." She looked back up at Wildpaw, who looked very confused.

"So," she changed the subject. "You live in ThunderClan."

Wildpaw nodded. "The very best Clan in the forest. Besides StarClan, of course."

"What's StarClan?" the she-cat asked. "Bluefoot mentioned it too. Is there another Clan in the forest?"

"StarClan is-" another voice cut him off before he could continue.

The interrupting voice was Bluefoot's: "StarClan are our warrior ancestors who watch over us from Silverpelt." She turned to Wildpaw. "Now that that's settled, let me get that thorn out of your pad."

She leaned down and clamped her jaws around a large thorn. As she tugged, Wildpaw winced in pain. The she-cat watched with sympathetic eyes. She knew how painful it was to have a thorn caught in her paw.

Bluefoot finally finished, and Wildpaw sighed in relief. "You can go now," Bluefoot announced. "You're alright now."

Wildpaw nodded and did something unexpected: he walked over to the she-cat, bent down, touched his nose to hers, and meowed, "Goodbye. I'll see you later." He turned and walked out of the den.

As the she-cat stared after him, shocked, Bluefoot purred, "It seems you've made a friend."

The she-cat nodded. "Apparently so."

Bluefoot walked over to her and nudged the mouse closer to her. "Eat," she commanded. "You'll starve if you don't."

The she-cat reluctantly ate the mouse. As she did, Wildpaw came in, holding a rabbit in his mouth. He dropped it and stammered nervously, "I didn't think you had anything to eat, so I thought I'd bring you this from the fresh-kill pile, and-oh." His eyes fell on the mouse the she-cat was eating. "I guess I could just come back later."

"No. Stay," the she-cat mewed. "I would like some more company here with me."

Wildpaw purred and sat down next to her. The she-cat looked up at him, and their eyes met. What a nice cat, she thought.

Her thoughts were distracted by a large brown tom stepping into the den. "Hello Oakstar," Wildpaw meowed respectfully, bowing his head.

"Hello Wildpaw," Oakstar meowed. He looked at the she-cat. "And hello to you, too. You're certainly looking better than you did before. That is," he looked at Bluefoot. "thanks to Bluefoot. She is a gifted medicine cat, you know."

His gaze traveled back to the she-cat. "I assume you have already heard of ThunderClan," he mewed.

The she-cat nodded. "Yes. I've heard of all the Clans. They sound very interesting. Especially this one," she added. "Since it has such nice cats."

Oakstar nodded slowly, as if a decision had been made. "How would you like to be made an apprentice of ThunderClan?" he asked. "We need warriors, and since you obviously like the cats here, you could stay with them."

The she-cat was shocked at the sudden proposal. What should she say?

"Say yes," Wildpaw hissed, seeming to have read her mind.

"Okay," the she-cat barely choked out; she was still shocked.

"Good," Oakstar meowed. "Then we shall start the ceremony right away." He bounded up to a large rock and yowled, "May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here beneath the highrock for a Clan meeting!"

"Go forward," Wildpaw hissed quietly to the she-cat. "You're about to be made an apprentice."

The she-cat nodded slowly and hesitantly stepped on to the highrock. Gasps sounded from the watching cats.

"What's she doing up there?" a tom's voice asked coldly. "She's a rogue!" The she-cat saw the cat it was coming from: a black tom with amber eyes.

"In a couple of moments she'll be made an apprentice," Oakstar replied. More gasps followed. "No cat can deny that we need warriors," he continued. "This cat has agreed to be made an apprentice, and if she is loyal and brave, she will be made a warrior in time."

The cats seemed to have calmed down, so Oakstar turned to the she-cat and began the ceremony. "Until she has earned her warrior name, this cat will be called..." A beam of sunlight crept up the she-cat's fur, until she was fully bathed in light. "Dawnpaw."

Oakstar turned to the rest of the cats. "I will mentor her myself."

As he stepped down from the highrock, the cats started to chant, "Dawnpaw. Dawnpaw." The chanting was hesitant at first, but after a while, more cats joined in. "Dawnpaw. Dawnpaw."

As the ceremony ended, several cats came up to congratulate her. But others, such as the black tom that had spoken up during the ceremony, shot cold glares at her and walked back to their dens.

Wildpaw rushed up and touched his nose to hers in warm greeting. "Congratulations, Dawnpaw," he meowed. "You're a true apprentice of ThunderClan now." He flicked his tail toward a small den. "That's where we sleep. Come on!"

As he walked away, Dawnpaw sighed with relief. At least one cat's accepted me, she thought. But how long will it take before the others do too?

She shook her head tiredly. She'd worry about that in the morning. In the meantime she needed to get some sleep. Slowly she followed Wildpaw to the den she would sleep in.

She looked around at the tired cats. I'd better get used to this place. After all, this is my home now.

So what do you think? Was it worse than the last chapter? Better? Please review!

Oh, and by the way, I'll try to sneak one more chapter in before a long time of not updating. You see, I have to get my Tetanus shot before 7th grade, and from what I've heard, it'll hurt so much I won't be able to type for a couple days. (Wish me luck!) So I'll try to get one more chapter in before that time.