Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors. Oh well.

This chapter is short, just introducing a new kit and talking about Stripedpaw's special abilities. I know this chapter might seem a little boring, I'll probably add a new chapter tomorrow. If you are reading and haven't reviewed yet, a review would be much appreciated. I would even appreciate constructive criticism.

Chapter 6: Special

Stripedpaw was running toward the camp. It was a rainy, gloomy afternoon and there was big news. Stripedpaw had to cut short her rainy stroll to investigate. She met up with Yellowpaw on the way back.

"I heard the situation's about a kit," Yellowpaw said.

"Yeah, about that blind kit, I think. But everyone knows Stonekit is blind. It isn't news anymore." Stripedpaw replied. Yellowpaw didn't respond.

By the time they got to the camp, everyone had gathered around the center of the TreeClan at the sacred tree. At the bottom was a small kit, Stonekit, the small, light and dark brown brindle colored tom kit. The most significant part about his looks was his milky white, clouded over, sightless little eyes.

Spottedback was at the bottom of the tree with Stonekit. "Wait until you see this!" she exclaimed loudly. "Stonekit dear, don't be shy. Show them your abilities!"

Stonekit slowly looked south into the forest. "In there, right outside that big fern and berry bush, there's a rabbit. Someone should hunt him. He's big; he could be worth a meal for two cats."

Immediately Yellowpaw, not one for shyness, crept toward the spot in between the fern and bush. She leapt into the spot, and in an instant, was back with her mouth full, holding an unusually fat brown rabbit.

"Oh great StarClan, he was right. Oh…" gasped Brightflower, a she-cat elder. There were murmurs from all the cats.

"Hey now, we don't want to scare the little one," said Tallheart, a sweet, wise, long-limbed elder tom. "Stonekit, you have quite a special talent there. When did you realize that you had this ability?" he queried softly.

"I don't know, I guess I always had it, I just never realized it was s great," the small kit answered. "I guess since I can remember smelling stuff when I was really small, I could do that. I can smell what animal is near, where they are, even their size. If they're really close, I can tell their gender. And I know when a cat from a different clan is coming when they're really far away."

The clan was a mass of murmurs and whispers. Clearly they had never seen a cat with these talents.

"Hey," whispered Yellowpaw to Stripedpaw. "Even if he's blind, he still has some awesome skills! He would make a great warrior, don't you think?"

"Definitely," Stripedpaw replied. She was thinking to herself about the kit when Yellowpaw broke in her thoughts again.

"You think you'll mentor Stonekit? When he becomes an apprentice, you'll be a warrior by at least three moons. He's only three moons old himself, and you'll be turning warrior in a few days. Don't forget that he has to be six moons old before becoming an apprentice. Spikepaw just had silent vigil last night and this morning. You and Puddlepaw are up next, in just a few days!"

Stripedpaw was staring at Yellowpaw in amazement. "Wait, you're celebrating the fact that I'm a warrior, um, I mean becominga warrior soon, and you're date isn't even set?"

"Yeah sure, my time will come. You'll see."

"Good. Now…you still seem to think I'll get Stonekit. He'll probably end up with a more experienced cat, or even another new coming warrior. So why me?"

Yellowpaw sighed before answering. "I say that because you are a great warrior in general. You're probably the best hunter I know, and you're still a great fighter. Now me, I can't even tell if there's prey in a tree before going up. You can tell from the next tree over!" Yellowpaw had a pause before saying anything else and leaned forward. She quietly said, "Besides, I have some gossip. The other day I was in the elders' den, cleaning out moss, when I heard them talking about the apprentices."

Stripedpaw gasped. "What did they say? What did they say? Tell me, tell me, please tell me!" she whined, forgetting that this is not the thing to be encouraged.

"Okay. Tallheart said he thought we were all good, but you know how polite he is, he would never say one of us was a bad fighter or anything. Cedarpoppy agreed. Bobtail said he thought Spikepaw wasn't ready because he had too much attitude and Midnightpaw might never be if she doesn't learn how to speak up. But he's just being grumpy, his limbs hurt. Then they started to talk about who they thought was best when they thought I left."

"Wait, you eavesdropped on the elders?" Stripedpaw just realized the problem in what they were talking about.

"Well…yeah, but that's beside the point. I heard Owlwing say you were the best hunter. Brightflower thought you were the quickest fighter, and Bobtail practically screeched that you were both! Brightflower agreed with Bob- tail. Cedarpoppy started talking about how we each were special, but I heard her say you were the really good right before I left."

Stripedpaw was about to comment, but Yellowpaw cut her off again.

"That's not all. I heard other cats, too, not even on purpose. I heard my father telling my mother, Rainclaw, Redpelt, and Sootstep that he thought you had a lot of promise. Redpelt was about to say something about your cleverness when I had to leave the den. And I saw Thinstar checking out your fresh-kill haul the other day!'

"It wasn't a 'haul' Yellowpaw…"

"Yes it was so! You had at least double what Spikepaw had. And the leader checked you out! Now that's an honor!"

Stripedpaw was speechless. She knew her mentor was proud, but the elders and even the leader…she left Yellowpaw to go finish her stroll. And for the first time in moons, she felt confident.

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