Chapter 1

Two bright green eyes opened. His lean brown pelt glistened under the sunlight. He licked his pelt, his tongue passing over his dark brown stripes. Suddenly, another cat approached him. She was pale gray. Her unusual blue eyes staring straight at him.

"Hey there Runningpaw." She mewed.

He looked up at her. "Hello Willowpaw." He replied politely.

"Whitestorm is taking me out to hunt. Where's your mentor?" she asked.

"Lionheart? Oh, he's on patrol at the moment. He should be back in a little bit." Runningpaw answered.

Willowpaw nodded. "Well, would you like to come hunting with us? I'm sure Whitestorm won't mind."

"Really?" He got up and purred. "That'd be great!"

The two cats walked over to Whitestorm. He was sitting by the entrance waiting for Willowpaw. Mousepaw as sitting next to him.

"Hey Runningpaw! Hey Willowpaw!" Mousepaw greeted them.

"Are you ready to go hunt, Willowpaw?" Whitestorm asked.

"Yes sir!" she mewed. "Can Runningpaw come to?"

"Of course." He responded.

Mousepaw stood up and stretched her legs. "See you guys later, I'm going to be on Sunhigh patrol!" she yelled excitedly.

"Good luck!" Willowpaw yelled. The small brown cat trotted away with the tail up high. Willowpaw turned to Whitestorm. "Ready?"

The large white tom nodded. The three cats made their way out of the camp.

"Where are we hunting at today?" Runningpaw turned to Whitestorm.

"Sunningrocks." The warrior responded.

Runningpaw nodded. Then he turned to Willowpaw. Her fur pale gray fur shined beautifully under the sun. It looked like she was made of silver. Runningpaw couldn't stop looking at her, he was under some sort of trance. Wow, I've never seen a cat so beautiful before. He said silently.

The three cats continued there hunting. Runningpaw tried to concentrate on hunting but all he could think about was Willowpaw.