Hey guys! I'm getting my Tetanus shot…tomorrow! You have no idea how long I worked on this to get it done before my shot. So…you have one more chapter to read before my arm's in so much pain that I can't type for a long time, and I won't be able to update for a long time. (Okay, maybe I'm being a little over dramatic) Anyway, I promised you guys a chapter before that long time of not updating, and I always keep my promises. (Almost always)

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Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, which belong to Cherith Baldry and Kate Cary.

"Dawnpaw." A paw was prodding Dawnpaw in the side. "Dawnpaw, wake up!"

Dawnpaw opened her eyes and blinked several times. "Hm?"

"Dawnpaw! Training starts now."

Dawnpaw rolled over to see Wildpaw standing over her. "Dawnpaw!" he hissed. "Come on!"

"Leave her, Wildpaw," growled the black tom Dawnpaw had seen the other day. "Who cares about a rogue?"

Dawnpaw stood up and faced the black tom. "I'm not a rogue anymore!" she hissed. "I'm an apprentice!"

"You'll always be a rogue!" the tom spat back. "No matter how hard you try, you'll never be a Clan cat!" He stalked past her and out of the den angrily.

Wildpaw touched his tail-tip to her shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry about Nightpaw. He sometimes gets like this. You'll get used to him soon."

Dawnpaw sighed, "I hope so."

"Come on," Wildpaw meowed. "It's time for training."

Dawnpaw yawned and nodded. "I'll be out in a moment." She stretched and followed Wildpaw out. As she stepped out, she squinted; the sun was so bright. "I can hardly see," she whispered to Wildpaw.

He shrugged. "I guess it's somewhat bright."

Somewhat? Dawnpaw wanted to say. But she stayed quiet and waited for Oakstar to come out of his den.

"Hello." Dawnpaw jumped in surprise. She whirled around.

"Hello Oakstar. You-you scared me."

Oakstar purred. "When you're done training, I won't be able to anymore."

"Why not?"

"You'll be much better at scenting other cats by the time our training's done. You'll be able to tell that I'm right behind you."

Dawnpaw nodded. "Okay."

"Now let's start training." Oakstar turned and walked into the woods. Dawnpaw followed

"What are we going to do today?" she asked.

Oakstar looked at the small apprentice. "You do know how to hunt, right?" he asked.

Dawnpaw nodded.

"Good," Oakstar mewed. "Then this will take less time than I thought." They stopped walking when they stepped into a clearing. "Show me how you hunt."

"Okay…" Dawnpaw meowed. She sniffed the air. Vole. A scent she'd recognize anywhere. She crouched down and crept forward, stepping ever so lightly. I'm getting closer.

Finally she saw it. The vole was sitting in a small patch of grass, chewing a small brown nut. Dawnpaw narrowed her eyes, crept forward a little more, and pounced. Her paws trapped the vole, and she leaned down to deliver a killing bite to its neck.

"I caught it!" she yowled, throwing it up in the air and catching it in her jaws. Oakstar stepped forward.

"Very good," he mewed. "I see you've been taught how to hunt well. And I also see you're not shy to showing it off."

"Sorry," Dawnpaw mumbled, staring at her paws in embarrassment. Oakstar, however, purred with amusement. Dawnpaw, realizing this, looked back up at him, her eyes dancing with excitement. "So when do we get to eat it?"

"Eat it?' Oakstar's eyes narrowed. "We don't eat it. We bring it back to the Clan. Remember, the Clan must be fed first."

Dawnpaw sighed, "So I guess this is what Clan loyalty means: starving until sundown."

Oakstar batted her ear with his paw playfully. "You make it sound so bad." Sensing his apprentice's disappointment, he mewed, "How about you go put that on the fresh-kill pile? Then we can go explore the territory."

Dawnpaw's eyes brightened. "Okay!" she exclaimed excitedly. She turned and sped toward camp.

Oakstar chuckled to himself, "I'll enjoy training this one."

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Dawnpaw reached camp and dropped the vole on the fresh-kill pile. As she lifted her head back up she saw the reddish brown she-cat heading over to the elders' den. What was her name again? Oh, right, Stormpaw.

Dawnpaw ran over to her before she entered the elders' den. When she finally reached her, she sat down and panted. "Thank you," she gasped.

Stormpaw's eyes widened. "For what?" she asked.

"For rescuing me. I'd probably still be wandering out there in the woods if it hadn't for you."

Stormpaw shrugged. "I couldn't just leave you. By the way, what's your name again?"

"Dawnpaw."

"Dawnpaw," Stormpaw repeated. "That should have been my name." Dawnpaw noticed a few elders rolled their eyes, but she purred. She had found the she-cat's comment funny. Besides, 'Dawnpaw' should have been Stormpaw's name. After all, her pelt was the same color as dawn.

"Stormpaw!" a she-cat's voice called. "We have to start training!"

"That's Whitepelt," Stormpaw sighed while rolling her eyes. "My mentor. I'd better go now."

She turned to leave and Dawnpaw called, "Wait!" Stormpaw turned around.

"Yes?"

"Well, er," Dawnpaw stammered. "Do you want to hunt with me later?"

Stormpaw closed her eyes and purred. When she opened them back up, they shone brighter than Dawnpaw had ever seen them. "Sure," she mewed. "I'll go hunting with you."

"Stormpaw!" the she-cat's shrill voice called again.

Stormpaw purred, "Gotta go. I'll see you later."

Dawnpaw nodded. "Okay." Stormpaw raced away toward her mentor, and Dawnpaw lowered her voice so even she could barely hear it. "See you later…friend."

I know, I know, kinda crappy ending. Sorry 'bout that. Anyway, R&R! (Please more reviews than the last chapter got! I only got three!)