Lucky

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Guest, I won't make Firepaw the reincarnation of Firestar because he already did his part in two prophecies and it wouldn't exactly be fair to have him become reborn. Well, anyway, here's chapter one!

Part One: A New Beginning

Chapter One

"Firepaw! Firepaw!"

Firepaw felt her eyes glow in excitement as Blossomfall walked towards her, her tortoiseshell pelt glowing in the sunlight. The warrior leaned down to touch her nose against hers, and Firepaw felt warmth spread through her from ears to tail-tip. She was finally an apprentice, after waiting in the Nursery for so long.

She looked up at Bramblestar and Squirrelflight and saw pride glowing in their eyes.

Firepaw purred at them and then looked up at her new mentor. "What are we doing today?" she asked, excitement tingling in her paws.

"Right now, we're going to collect moss for Sandstorm, Dustpelt, Graystripe, and Purdy," Blossomfall replied, her green eyes looking around the camp distractedly. "Then you can get a good night's rest."

"Collect moss?" Firepaw failed to hide the disdain in her voice. "Can't we battle train or hunt like the other apprentices?"

Suddenly, Blossomfall was looming over the ginger tabby apprentice, her green eyes blazing like fire. "No," she growled. "We will collect moss for the elders. I'm your mentor, and you should do as I say!"

Firepaw winced, and muttered, "Okay." I didn't know warriors could be mean to their apprentices!

Together, they padded out of camp. Again, Firepaw felt a flash of annoyance when Blossomfall stopped, knowing that they would be collecting moss next. There was a huge tree shadowing over them with green moss showering down from the branches and some piling up below the tree trunk.

"Wow," Firepaw breathed, forgetting her anger at her mentor. The tree was so tall!

"This is the Owl Tree," Blossomfall explained, flicking her tail to a gaping dark hole in the tree bark. "It was named that because of the owl living in it."

"That's so cool!" Filled with new excitement, she turned towards the tortoiseshell warrior and bounced on her paws. "Will we ever see the owl? If I did, I'd catch it and feed the whole Clan!"

"Keep dreaming," her mentor replied, and then snorted in annoyance. "Just focus on collecting moss right now."

Firepaw sighed, remembering her dilemma, and then padded towards the big oak tree. Thinking for a moment, she stared down at the evergreen-colored moss and then drew up her paw, unsheathing her claws. Then in a messy way she clawed some moss off of the pile at the bottom of the tree. It was torn into pieces and just as Firepaw went to get more the same way, Blossomfall snapped at her.

"No, you're doing it all wrong! Do you know how to collect moss?" Her voice was filled with fury as she continued yelling at her apprentice. "You're acting like a three moon old kit!"

I just became an apprentice! Forcing herself not to growl back a retort at her mentor, Firepaw just looked at her with round, amber eyes. "Then how do you do it?" she asked, trying to sound calm.

Blossomfall drew up her paw, unsheathing her claws the same way Firepaw did, but instead she turned her paw sideways to show the soft pink pads. "This is how you get moss," she hissed to the ginger tabby, and then carefully shoved her turned paw under the green moss. Then in a quick motion, she flung the moss towards Firepaw. The tabby prepared to be covered in wet moss, but it landed right at her paws.

Firepaw opened her jaws to show her amazement, but Blossomfall pointed towards the moss, shooting the ginger tabby apprentice a green glare. Reluctantly, the apprentice picked up a paw and started collecting moss in the way her mentor had showed her.

After getting a decent amount for the four elders of ThunderClan, Blossomfall meowed, "Let's go. We have a nice pile of moss and it's getting close to moonrise anyway."

Without a second thought, Firepaw agreed. As she picked up a piece of moss in her jaws, she thought about how her mentor had snapped at her all day and how she always snarled at her whenever she did something wrong. Maybe Blossomfall is just angry today. She'll be better tomorrow.

Hopefully.

By the time they got back to camp, most of the warriors were heading off to the warriors den. She saw Snowpaw's pale white form in the apprentices den and made sure to remind herself that she should ask him what his first day as an apprentice was like.

Firepaw noticed Blossomfall glance up at the sky and a worried look flit across her eyes for a few seconds before disappearing. What's her problem? Before she could ask her, her mentor dropped the moss she was carrying and turned to look at the ginger tabby.

"I'll take this moss to the elders in the morning. Their old bones can wait," Blossomfall meowed, flicking her tail in an annoyed way. "I can't afford to give it to them now."

Firepaw dropped the moss at her paws in an exasperated way and then shot a look of confusion to her mentor. "Why can't you afford it?"

Blossomfall seemed shocked at the question, and she tried to contain her composure by licking her chest fur. "I need to get to sleep," she meowed as if she were in a hurry. "A good warrior gets enough sleep so they can be as strong as they can be the next morning."

Still confused, Firepaw watched her tortoiseshell-and-white mentor race across the clearing to the warriors den, her fur bristling. What was that about?

Oh well. I'll find out tomorrow, she thought, opening her jaws in a yawn. Her claws ached and she was tired anyways. In a slight dazed state, she walked towards the apprentices den, prepared to relish the feeling of her fur against moss.

Firepaw opened her amber eyes to see total darkness. She heard whispers echoing through the black, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, she started moving forward, as if another cat was controlling her body. Although Firepaw was curious, she'd like to walk around on her own.

Finally, her paws stopped, and the voices became clearer:

"This can't happen. StarClan's strength is beyond recognition. The boundaries can't break like this!"

"But it's that warrior's fault…"

What warrior? What can't happen? Firepaw leaned forward, her ears pricked up, but suddenly a huge gust of wind swept her off her paws. Surprise swept through her, and she struggled to hear the voices, but the whirlwind was too loud.

Abruptly, the winds stopped, but she was still suspended in space. Firepaw tried to break free of the hold gravity had on her, but it didn't work. Suddenly, bright green eyes glowed through the darkness and they narrowed when they saw her.

Firepaw was scared now. Was this like the nightmares that Dewpaw usually have?

Another gust of wind soared through the dark, but they didn't whirl her around like last time. The wind carried messages. At first, it was hard to make out what they were, but now the voices were clear.

"It is up to fire now…"

Wow, I'm finally done with this chapter! This is an introduction to Firepaw and her personality, which is a combination of both Squirrelflight and Bramblestar's. Sorry that it took so long to write, I was sort of procrastinating on doing this. But eventually I got up and started writing on where I left off! So, I hope you enjoyed!

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~Orangeflight of ShadowClan