Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, Firestar would have to go to a rehabilitation center to learn how to name his warriors.
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Lemonpaw's POV
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On the way back to camp Lemonpaw managed to catch a squirrel, a robin, a vole, and a small rabbit. At the entrance to RavenClan camp she stopped and waited for Icepaw. She didn't have to wait long, for with in a few seconds he came in to sight. His catch was huge, two shrews, a mouse, a rabbit, wood pigeon, and fish. By the look on Icepaw's face, he was tired.
"Let me help you with that," Lemonpaw mewed, setting her catch down and rushing over to help him. "I c-c-can do it m-m-myself." He stuttered, the mouth full of prey made it harder to hear him. Backing up she went to grab her catch and stalked in to camp.
Everything looked like it always did in RavenClan camp, full of queens fussing over kits in the nursery, elders tell apprentices to fetch fresh moss for their bedding, the medicine cat, Grassblade, and his apprentice, Littlepaw, were restocking herbs, warriors coming and leaving patrol's, and their leader, Rockstar, sitting below Hanging Tree (A/N: In RavenClan Hanging Tree is like High Rock).
Lemonpaw couldn't help but hold her head high. As she walked she puffed out her chest and dropped her kill in the fresh-kill pile. Having been right next to the pile at the time Dawnflame, the Clan deputy, started to speak. "Good hunting?" she mewed to the two apprentices. Icepaw nodded and Lemonpaw followed suit. "I'm going to have a chat with Rockstar, about you to going to the gathering."
Lemonpaw watched as the deputy walked over to their leader. Within moments Rockstar leapt up to one of Hanging Tree's lower branched and called the Clan. "Let all those enough to catch their own prey gather below Hanging Tree for a calling of the Clan"
At his yowl all the apprentices and warriors made their way to him. "Cats of RavenClan," his mew echoed through the silent camp, "As you know tonight is the gathering and we must decide who is going and who will stay to guard the camp." Pausing, Rockstar wait until every cat was listening, "Dawnflame, Oakfur, Bluesnow, Loyalheart, and Deepwater will be my warriors. Nofoot, Longfur, and Brokenears are the elders attending. And the apprentice will be Lostpaw, Lemonpaw, and Icepaw."
Lemonpaw and Icepaw exchanged a little nod to each other and waited for their leader to finish. "I leave the Clan in at capable paws of Fishtail." The senior warrior with green eyes nodded.
"Now I ask all those going to the gathering to get some rest and eat something." Rockstar got off Hanging Tree and joined Dawnflame to eat. Icepaw prodded Lemonpaw with a fore paw, "Come on," his voice was, for now, free of stutters, "W-w-w-we better eat." She nodded and pulled a rabbit for the pile, "Wanna share?" she asked him as she began to walk towards their favorite eating place. Icepaw mewed a simple, "Yes," but it sounded like, "Y-y-y-yes."
Chomping into the rabbit, Lemonpaw remembered that another apprentice was to also go to the gathering, "Hey Icepaw?" the gray tom looked up, "Who was the other apprentice that's coming to the gathering?" though she had been trying to listen, the only names she heard were hers and Icepaw's. He swallowed his bite of rabbit and replied, "L-l-l-Lostpaw."
Lemonpaw looked over Icepaw's shoulder to the dark as night tom behind him. "Lemonpaw," Icepaw whispered, "w-w-w-w-why don't we ask him to sit with us?" She rolled her eyes, "But he always looks so sad," her eyes closed and she remembered the day Lostpaw stumbled into camp
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"Hi, there," mewed the very young Lemonkit to a shivering little ball of black fur. The fur moved. "Come on," she mewed, "get up sleepy head." Lemonkit batted the ball with her orange fore paw.
The black ball of fur turned out to be a kit, "Don't," he mewed. "I'm Lemonkit by the way. What's your name?" She voice was happy and full of life. The black kit looked as if he was going to cry, "I don't have one. No cat ever cared enough about me to name me." He hid his face in his paws, as though he was ashamed. Lemonkit went up to him, "I'll name you." But at that moment she heard someone call the name 'Lostkit' and she knew that was his name.
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"Okay," she muttered. "Hey," Lemonpaw called to Lostpaw, who looked both ways and went back to eating. "Yes you, Lostpaw." The black tom apprentice looked up, "Wanna eat with us?" she offered and she smiled as he padded over.