Lucky

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Chapter Three

"Come at me again!" Blossomfall snarled, fluffing up her tortoiseshell fur. "You have to be tough! Pretend I'm a ShadowClan warrior!"

Firepaw bunched up her muscles and lunged at her mentor again. She had decided to ignore Snowpaw's warning and continue the special training with her tortoiseshell mentor. She hated to admit it, but Blossomfall's training had helped her with her dodging skills and her strength was increasing.

Blossomfall prepared to sidestep, but before she could, Firepaw bowled her over and pinned the she-cat. Firepaw's golden eyes glowed triumphantly as she stared down at her mentor, but before she could gloat, Blossomfall pushed the ginger tabby off of her and slashed at her with claws unsheathed.

Firepaw instinctively dodged and swiped a paw forward to scratch Blossomfall's shoulder. The tortoiseshell winced in pain, but leaped at the apprentice with claws unsheathed. She slashed Firepaw's shoulder and she felt pain course through her and yowled in pain.

Before the apprentice could react, Blossomfall had her pinned and her green eyes glared down at her. After a few moments, her mentor let her up and she licked a white paw.

Firepaw leaped to her paws. "Did I do well, Blossomfall?" she asked excitedly.

"You did great, Firepaw. Keep that up and you'll be going to the Gathering in a few nights," Blossomfall meowed, and she sounded genuinely impressed.

The ginger apprentice felt warmth spread through her and she purred. "So we're done for the day?"

Blossomfall narrowed her eyes and Firepaw flinched. But then she meowed, "Fine. We'll continue later on today, at moon-high."

Night training! Excitement coursed through Firepaw. She had never had night training before! Forgetting her exhaustion and the aching in her limbs, she bounced to camp, Blossomfall following.

By the time they made it back to camp, Firepaw controlled her excitement and padded towards the fresh-kill pile. She picked up a squirrel from the pile and started walking towards the apprentices den when she caught Snowpaw's gaze. His amber eyes looked troubled and worried, and he immediately looked away when he saw she was looking, too.

Confusion filled Firepaw, but she dismissed it as she sank her teeth into the squirrel's flesh. Realizing how good the brown-furred squirrel was, she devoured it in a few seconds. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. Licking her muzzle, she reached forward to grab another squirrel when suddenly, a voice boomed above her.

"Firepaw, get to my den this instant, and bring your mentor along with you!"

The ginger tabby apprentice looked up and recognized the cat as her father, Bramblestar. His amber eyes were narrowed and his fur was fluffed up so he looked twice his size.

Firepaw was about to question him, but he stomped away to his den before she could get a word out. Sighing, she looked around for Blossomfall, but saw she was already making her way towards Bramblestar's headquarters. Firepaw scampered after the tortoiseshell she-cat.

When Firepaw entered her father's den, she was greeted with soft bracken furls and a cool breeze. Her eyes adjusting to the gloom, she saw Bramblestar's dark brown tabby pelt, and his bristling fur.

She settled down on the soft grass, and Blossomfall sat down beside her, her tortoiseshell pelt bristling slightly.

Bramblestar's gaze swept over the two she-cats for a moment, before he meowed, "Snowpaw informed me that you keep coming back to camp with fresh scratches every day, Firepaw. Blossomfall, you're her mentor. Are you hurting my daughter with unsheathed claws?"

"No, it's nothing like that, Bramblestar! Blossomfall and I are just—"

"We travel through brambles in the territory every day to get to the Sandy Hollow, Bramblestar. I must not have noticed that they were hurting Firepaw," Blossomfall interrupted her. "I'm sorry for not paying attention more."

The tabby leader's amber eyes narrowed at Blossomfall for a moment, but at least he wasn't bristling anymore. "Alright," Bramblestar said after a long pause. "I believe you, Blossomfall. I recommend not taking that bramble path to the Sandy Hollow anymore."

Firepaw's eyes widened in confusion. There isn't a bramble path, I'm doing special training! Blossomfall must have noticed her confused look and the tortoiseshell and white she-cat immediately slapped her fluffy tail over the apprentice's muzzle.

"Alright, Bramblestar," Blossomfall meowed and dipped her head. "Sorry for worrying you." And with that, her mentor led her out of the den.

"Why didn't you tell Bramblestar about our special training?" Firepaw asked, staring up at her mentor with golden eyes.

Blossomfall glared down at her and looked around swiftly. She then averted her gaze back down to her apprentice and growled in a low voice, "We have to keep our training a secret. Nobody else can know, not even your father."

Firepaw blinked in shock. "Why?"

"It's a secret warrior technique," Blossomfall explained, her voice still low. "Nobody uses it anymore, but it really improves your skills."

"Wow," Firepaw breathed. "A secret warrior technique!" Does this mean I'm better than all the other apprentices if I'm learning a precious training session?

Blossomfall winced at her excited voice, and snarled, "Just keep it a secret, will you?"

The ginger apprentice's mood immediately faltered and she nodded her head quickly. Turning around, she sped off towards the apprentices den and settled down in her moss and feather-lined nest. She might as well take a nap until Blossomfall felt like training again.

Just as her eyes drooped and darkness closed in near the corners of her vision, a paw prodded her awake. Firepaw groaned in annoyance, but looked up and recognized the gray pelt of Dewpaw. "What do you want?" the ginger apprentice snapped.

Dewpaw flinched slightly, but then meowed, "Snowpaw told me that you and Blossomfall were having special training and it was hurting you. He wants to know if you told Bramblestar."

Firepaw was about to tell him what happened, but then she remembered her promise to Blossomfall. "We stopped special training a few days ago," she lied. "Blossomfall said it was too tiring for her and she didn't want to see me get hurt anymore."

"Oh, good." Dewpaw stared at her with his amber eyes, and Firepaw was reminded uncomfortably of Snowpaw and how he kept staring at her with that same shade of amber. The dark gray tom held his stare until finally, he meowed, "I'm going to hunt with Poppyfrost. I'll be back later."

"Okay," Firepaw meowed, flicking her tail to the gray-furred apprentice. He dipped his head and padded out of the apprentices den, his tail swishing below him.

The ginger apprentice sighed and buried her head in her paws. How can I keep lying to the Clan? Is it even worth it? Silently, she lifted her head slightly to stare outside the den. She would have to figure it out herself. But for now, Firepaw was going to keep Blossomfall's secret.

Even if it killed her.

Well, that's the end of chapter three! I hope you guys are enjoying how the plot is going! Anyways, don't forget to review!