"Twisterpaw?" a warm paw prodded the young apprentice. "Twisterpaw, Lightningstep says he won't take any fooling around today and that you need to be out in the clearing right away. Otherwise he'll get Dawnstar to take away your apprenticeship." The black and white apprentice jumped to his paws and raced towards the den entrance.
"Thank you Mistpaw." He yelled over his shoulder to the small, misty-grey she-cat and raced out of the entrance looking around for his mentor, Lightningstep. While he waited for the white deputy he thought about the dream he had had.
He was a kit with his sister and brother in a bush. But the two other kits had not been Fuzzlepaw and Cloverpaw. But two cats he had never heard of, Smokekit and Frostkit. Their mother had been medicine cat and was in trouble for having kits. Another warrior, Snowstripe had been there. Snowstripe was in ShadowClan and Twisterpaw had heard of him. Snowstripe was planning on killing the kits, make their mother suffer in pain from losing her little ones and than most likely kill her too. He had killed Smokekit, the large black one and taken Frostkit away with him, while Twisterpaw, who had escaped sat in a tree, watching from above.
Twisterkit shivered. Than remembered that Smokekit and Frostkit weren't even real! He looked around for his dark brown sister and brother, Fuzzlepaw and Cloverpaw. Cloverpaw had magnificent green eyes and Fuzzlepaw was a big fur ball.
"Twisterpaw!" Lightningstep raged. He had obviously been waiting somewhere else for the misbehaved apprentice. "Didn't Mistpaw tell you that I was waiting?" Twisterpaw flattened his ears.
"I was waiting." He meowed. "Over here. I thought you were doing something so I waited." Lightningstep looked down at him sternly.
"With any look you will be made warrior with Fuzzlepaw and Cloverpaw!" he meowed proudly as he mentioned his kits names. Their strong, loyal father never liked Twisterpaw as much as Fuzzlepaw and Cloverpaw. Twisterpaw looked past his father in annoyance.
"What are we doing today?" he asked lazily. Lightningstep shot a stern look at him and walked ahead.
"If you stick with that tone you'll be picking ticks off the elders." Twisterpaw gulped and went quiet. "We're going hunting." Twisterpaw groaned.
"Again!" he whined. "We always go hunting Lightningstep! When are we going to practice fighting again?" Lightningstep narrowed his eyes but kept them fixed ahead.
"I don't think you need to practice fighting." He meowed coolly. "You practice on the other apprentices enough as it is." Lightningstep broke off into a run. Twisterpaw grinned.
Twisterpaw was different from his family. His sister and brother for one thing looked nothing like him and his mother was a yellowish-white cat. Lightningstep maybe, he always thought he took after Lightningstep if he were related to them at all.
His personality was also different. They were all gentle but obnoxious and they all (except Twisterpaw) had to be incharge. His parents, Lightningstep and Lionpelt were both incharge of something. Lightningstep was deputy and Lionpelt was the senior warrior. Also known as the best warrior in the clan. Fuzzlepaw and Cloverpaw didn't like Twisterpaw. They thought he was too ugly to be related to them that's why he always got into scraps with the other apprentices. Fuzzlepaw and Cloverpaw's mentors were Tigerthorn and Yellowshade.
"Twisterpaw if you can't keep up maybe we should change your name back to Twisterkit and have you stay in the nursery all the time." Growled Lightningstep from up ahead. "You are an embarrassment to ThunderClan." Twisterpaw growled and bolted up the steep grassy hill infront of him.
Before Lightningstep could stop him he went back into the trees and pounced on a mouse.
"Seriously Lightningstep." He complained. "I bet I could do this with my eyes closed!' Lightningstep gritted his teeth.
"One mouse won't feed the clan, kit!" scowled Lightningstep.
Kit? Thought Twisterpaw. Is that the best you have?
"You well fetch four times as much fresh kill as usual for not respecting your mentor." Mewed Lightningstep. Twisterpaw's eyes widened.
"But that could take all day!" gasped Twisterpaw. Amusement of torture flashed through Lightningstep's dark eyes.
"I don't care if it takes you a moon!" he meowed. Twisterpaw shot him a menacing glare and than ran into the trees.
Mouse after vole after mouse he buried his catch and than caught another. Twisterpaw swiped the glare off his face and grinned.
"The clan will be happier with me than Lionpelt and Lightningstep!' he meowed happily to himself. But his smile faded. A different scent drifted with the warm breeze above Twisterpaw. He wasn't sure who it was, but knew who ever it was wasn't welcome here.
Twisterpaw dropped into a crouch and quickly followed the scent. It brought him close to the ShadowClan border. No need to cross it.
A beautiful white apprentice looking she-cat was crouching over a mouse near by. In one swift, movement she pounced on the mouse and finished it off with a quick bite. Twisterpaw drew his lip back. She stole prey from Thunderclan!
The wind changed direction and the she cat caught Twisterpaw's scent. She scowled and than followed his scent. But Twisterpaw had already come out of hiding, his ears drawn back.
"What do you think you are doing." He hissed at her. "On ThunderClan territory is one thing but stealing prey too!" The she-cat looked back and noticed that she had crossed the border. Her beautiful white face turned from scowl to expressionless.
"I'm sorry." She said quietly, holding Twisterpaw's stare. "I was chasing that mouse. I must have not realized where I had gone." Twisterpaw perked his ears and dropped the snarl.
"Frostpaw." She introduced herself. Twisterpaw noticed something familiar about her. Not only that a white she-kit named Frostkit was in his dream but also in reality she reminded him of something he felt he had forgotten moons and moons ago. But what? Frostpaw looked at him funny as if she knew him from somewhere.
"My name is Twisterpaw." He meowed. Frostpaw's beautiful smile faded. Her eyes clouded.
"Twisterpaw?" she stuttered staring at the ground. "Nice name well I think I should go now bye." She said quickly and turned and ran away. Twisterpaw turned around. From behind him, a little ways away from the border a new voice flew into his small ears.
"Frostpaw what are you doing so close to the ThunderClan border?" Twisterpaw turned his head a little and saw the massive, white striped, grey warrior, Snowstripe. Twisterpaw dropped into a crouch and pretended he was hunting while he listened. He watched the two ShadowClan cats from the corner of his eye.
"Sorry Snowstripe." She mewed, fear building in her eyes. "I won't do it again." She bounded off.
Once she was gone, Snowstripe noticed Twisterpaw.
"And what are you looking at?" spat the ShadowClan warrior and chased after Frostpaw.
"Frostpaw." Murmured Twisterpaw nodding as he watched the two cats get smaller and smaller…