Hello, and welcome to chapter fifteen of Lucky! I got it here earlier (within the same month whoa), so I hope you guys appreciate it :3 I also made a new cover, do you like it? Anyways, to the review replies!
Lightningstar-of-NightClan: Thanks :3 And I won't reveal whether or not Blossomfall has Toadstep's kits, but it'll be said somewhere in later chapters if it happens. But I can guarantee that ThunderClan gets a new apprentice soon. He actually made an appearance in this chapter :D I'm glad you liked this chapter, and hope you enjoy this one!
Leafsplash-Of-ThunderClan: Aaa, yeah, that part really hurt to right. :( I feel so bad for Seedcloud too, she really did love Dewpaw deep down.
I'm glad you like their names! And Dewpaw's warrior name would've been Dewfrost, just thought I should tell you.. ;w; And yeah, that meadow scene will probably end up as one of my favorites, haha xD That Toadstep/Blossomfall flirting scene will probably go on the favorites list too, but somewhere near the bottom.
Thank you! :)
Okay… now, to chapter fifteen of Lucky!
Chapter Fifteen
With a huge yawn, Firepaw opened her eyes. She looked around, and then immediately scowled when she realized she didn't recognize her surroundings. Flowers danced around her, blowing in a breeze that she couldn't feel, and moonlight made the grass shine a captivating silver.
"This kinda looks like that flower field," Firepaw murmured. But something was different here. She couldn't have possibly have been sleeping for that long. And Snowwhisper wasn't here. She was sure that he would've woke her up.
So where was she?
"Firepaw? Firepaw!"
The ginger tabby she-cat's head shot up, her ears pricked. She looked around, vaguely recognizing that voice.
Her suspicions confirmed, a white tom emerged into the open, his dark amber eyes wide with worry. Snowwhisper.
"Thank StarClan you're okay!" the warrior meowed in relief, stopping in front of her. "I was worried."
"I could tell," Firepaw replied blandly, examining him carefully. "You look okay, too."
But Snowwhisper dismissed this, blinking at the tabby apprentice hurriedly. "Where are we?" he asked, swiftly taking a look around.
"If I knew, don't you think I would've told you?" Firepaw snapped.
Snowwhisper flattened his ears. "Sorry," he mumbled under his breath.
Firepaw frowned, staring at him for a moment. His dark amber eyes glowed in the moonlight, and his white pelt blew in the breeze she still couldn't feel. She felt an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Snowwhisper," she started nervously, "I—"
"Snowwhisper! Oh, and Firepaw too!" a voice called, interrupting her.
Firepaw glared in the direction the voice was coming from, mentally hissing at whoever yelled. But when she realized who it was, she stopped dead in her tracks.
"Who is that?"
A black and white tom was running towards them, his dark green eyes wide in surprise. Herbs were in his jaws, but that didn't hinder him from going something probably equivalent to the speed of light.
The tom stopped in front of them, dropping the herbs at his white paws. "What are you guys doing here?" he asked, looking at them oddly.
"Um, who are you?" Snowwhisper asked, observing the bundle of herbs near him curiously.
"What? I thought you knew who I was!" the tom puffed, glaring at them for a moment before meowing, "I'm Nightpaw, medicine cat apprentice of ShadowClan!"
Nightpaw? For some reason, that name sounded familiar. Firepaw stared at him for a moment, but couldn't remember ever seeing him before. Frowning, she meowed, "Your name's familiar, I guess…. You're part of ShadowClan, though! It's not like you can expect us to recognize you."
Nightpaw huffed in annoyance, turning swiftly to look at Snowwhisper. "Come on, you know who I am too, right? Timberpaw's always going off on his rants about you." His dark green eyes glowed in amusement.
Firepaw's head swivelled up at the mention of the ShadowClan apprentice's name, but before she could say anything, a snarl from Snowwhisper interrupted her. "Well tell that mangy, no-good rogue that at least I'm a warrior now!" he hissed.
While Nightpaw chuckled, Firepaw was left confused. Whoa. How come he doesn't like Timberpaw? ...I didn't think he was capable of hating anyone.
Snowwhisper scowled sourly, glaring down at the ground. Firepaw gazed at the black and white ShadowClan apprentice intently, and then asked, "Where are we, anyway? And why are you here?"
"Oh!" Nightpaw jumped to attention, his eyes suddenly becoming more serious. "Right. You two are currently located in the dream realm, a place where cats rarely go when they go to sleep. Congratulations—you two are the first two to ever come together!"
"The dream realm?" Firepaw meowed, looking at him curiously. "So… is this where dreams are created, or something?"
"No, of course not!" Nightpaw replied, looking as if he choked on a laugh. "Trust me, I thought the same thing. But no, it's where StarClan approves of dreams."
"Hm." Snowwhisper huffed in annoyance. Firepaw immediately realized what he was thinking about, and frowned thoughtfully.
"I know what you're thinking," the black and white medicine cat apprentice meowed, "so then why do we get nightmares? Well, some StarClan cats just don't like some cats living on the ground, or they're tricksters, so they approve nightmares to mess with them. I think it's kind of unnecessary, but oh well."
"Definitely unnecessary," Snowwhisper muttered under his breath, while the ginger tabby apprentice just stayed quiet.
"...Anyway," Nightpaw continued after a short pause, "I'm assuming you want to leave? I mean, it is about sun-high in the real world by now, and I bet Squirrelflight's looking for you two."
"Yes, but—"
"How do you know so much about us?" Snowwhisper cut in, narrowing his dark amber eyes suspiciously at the black and white apprentice. "You may be a medicine cat apprentice, but even experienced medicine cats in other Clans don't know this much."
"Oh." Suddenly, Nightpaw smiled lightly at him. "Well, I've been sick for a few days—very sick—so I've been hanging out around here when I'm sleeping. And you know, Dewpaw and Timberpaw's talking combined is a lot of information." He snickered, lashing his tail in amusement.
"Well, I'm sorry that you're sick…." Firepaw paused for a moment, blinking. Suddenly, she gasped, looking at Nightpaw with wide eyes. "Wait a minute! You're Timberpaw's brother!"
"How long did it take to figure that one out?" Nightpaw asked, amusement dancing in his dark green eyes.
Firepaw puffed in annoyance, glaring at him. "Well, it's not like he pointed you out to me…" she muttered under her breath.
The black and white apprentice just snickered.
"Come on, Firepaw," Snowwhisper growled under his breath, giving Nightpaw a wary glance. "Let's get out of here. He's right about how Squirrelflight will be looking for us, at least."
"I guess," the ginger tabby apprentice murmured, looking down at her paws. "Is it the same rules as StarClan to wake up?"
"Yeah!" Nightpaw chirped, his eyes lighting up. "Just think of waking up and you'll wake up."
Snowwhisper passed another suspicious glare at the black and white medicine cat apprentice, and then scowled. He closed his eyes, and then disappeared into a burst of starlight, not leaving a trace of his presence.
Firepaw frowned at the place the snow-white warrior had been standing, contemplating his behavior around Nightpaw and his apparent attitude with Timberpaw. She blinked her golden eyes, wondering what had happened between Snowwhisper and Timberpaw to have caused him to give off a bad vibe.
"Firepaw?" Nightpaw's voice interrupted her thoughts. The black and white medicine cat apprentice was looking at her, his dark green eyes filled with worry. "Is something wrong?"
The ginger tabby apprentice shook her head swiftly. "No, it's nothing..." she meowed, trailing off. "Just... tell Timberpaw I said hi." And with that, Firepaw closed her eyes, fading away from the dream realm.
"Squirrelflight's going to kill us when we get back to camp," Firepaw muttered under her breath, stretching her limbs and breathing in the sweet scent of the flower field. "Do you realize how long ago dawn was? She probably thinks we were attacked or something!"
Snowwhisper snorted, opening his jaws to say something, but the ginger tabby apprentice interrupted him. "This is all your fault, you know," she hissed. "If you'd never fallen asleep here in the first place, we wouldn't be here right now!"
"I'm sorry," the white warrior meowed, looking down at his paws. His tail ruffled a few flower petals as it lashed behind him. "I was… I was scared."
Firepaw stared at him in confusion. "...Scared?"
"Of waking up in the Dark Forest," he whispered. "If Mapleshade found out I was a warrior, that'd mean I'd be more useful for her evil plot."
The ginger tabby was about to ask who Mapleshade was, but then thought better of it. She bit the inside of her cheek, frowning thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess so…. Wait! That's what we were talking about! Why are you the deputy of the Dark Forest?"
When Snowwhisper looked away, Firepaw unsheathed her claws and dug them into the soil, keeping in a hiss of fury. "Come on, Snowwhisper! I told you that Blossomfall was still giving me special training, so what more do you want?!"
The snow-white warrior looked at his paws again. Firepaw sighed, looking away from Snowwhisper. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Bramblestar and Squirrelflight always said I should try to keep a level-head when trying to talk to nervous cats. Maybe I should just be patient….
"Let's get back to camp," Firepaw murmured, stalking through the flowers back to the camp. Flicking her ears, she heard Snowwhisper following her, and let out another sigh. He'll tell me later.
When the two cats got near camp, Firepaw expected to hear the loud, joking voices of the warriors and the commanding voice of Squirrelflight. But when she heard neither, her ears shot up, her fur prickling slightly. She felt Snowwhisper tense behind her, and she quickened her pace, her golden eyes wide with worry.
Firepaw and Snowwhisper crashed into the camp, their fur fluffed up and their claws out, as if expecting an attack. But everyone was gathered around the Nursery, their tails lashing or pacing in a circle. The ginger tabby apprentice stopped in her tracks, her whiskers twitching in curiosity. What was happening?
Just then, a yowl shattered the air, making Firepaw flinch. Snowwhisper appeared by her side, his amber eyes wide in worry. "That sounded like Cinderheart," he meowed. "Maybe she's having her kits…"
The ginger tabby apprentice's eyes widened. "That would definitely distract a lot of cats. Maybe nobody noticed we were gone except for Squirrelflight…."
"Let's hope," Snowwhisper muttered, and then making his voice louder, he added, "I'm gonna get to the front of the crowd and see what's going on." He padded forward, pushing past cats a bit impatiently. Jumping, Firepaw followed after him.
When she got to the front, her eyes widened. Lilypool and Jayfeather were praising Cinderheart, and two kits lay in the crook of her belly, mewing pitifully and pawing at their mother's gray striped fur. A broken stick lay at the gray tabby queen's paws.
Suddenly, Lionblaze squeezed through Firepaw and Snowwhisper, his fur standing on end. Then, he let out a rumbling purr, walking into the Nursery and sitting beside Cinderheart. "Wow," he breathed, his amber eyes soft. "They're beautiful…"
As Cinderheart murmured, "What should we name them?", Lilypool ducked her head out of the Nursery, Jayfeather nodding and following after her. It was probably to give the two cats privacy.
"We should give them privacy, too," Snowwhisper murmured, bringing Firepaw back to the present. The ginger tabby nodded, looking away from the scene and padding off towards the fresh-kill pile. The moment Lionblaze looked at Cinderheart like that, she had an odd feeling in her chest.
She wanted to be looked at like that someday, too.
Absentmindedly, Firepaw picked a thrush from the fresh-kill pile, digging her teeth into its feathers. She settled near the Nursery, pricking her ears. She spat out the brown feathers, and then sank her jaws into the still-warm body. She relished the feeling, swallowing the juicy meat.
But even as she ate, she listened to Cinderheart and Lionblaze's conversation. "How about we name the golden tabby one Fogkit?" the queen was saying. "His markings mix a bit and look like fog."
"I like that name," Lionblaze replied, a purr in his words. "And let's name the gray tabby and white one Stormkit."
"That's perfect," came Cinderheart's purr, and Firepaw's ears twitched. Fogkit and Stormkit? Hmm… they seem a little RiverClan-y, but oh well.
Finishing off the thrush, the ginger tabby shook her head and got to her paws. Ruffling her fur, she looked around for Blossomfall, wondering if she could get some battle training in today. Spotting the tortoiseshell helping Briarlight, Firepaw crossed over to her, her golden eyes glowing.
"Hey Blossomfall!" the apprentice meowed, blinking at her. "I was wondering—"
"No," her tortoiseshell mentor interrupted her, giving her a glare. "Sorry, but I'm going to hang around Briarlight all day. She says she feels a little sick, and since Jayfeather and Lilypool are so distracted by Cinderheart's new kits, they can't be bothered to help her." Blossomfall snorted in disgust, muttering, "What kind of medicine cats are they?"
Briarlight nudged her sister's leg with her head, frowning at her. "Come on, can you really blame them? I heard they were cute from Lilypool."
"I suppose they are," Blossomfall muttered.
Firepaw looked at her mentor and Blossomfall, frowning. "What should I do, then?" she asked.
"Go train with Toadstep," the tortoiseshell meowed, looking past her. Firepaw turned her head to see the black and white warrior chatting with Hazeltail, who was out of the Nursery to give Lionblaze and Cinderheart space. When Blossomfall started to speak again, the tabby quickly turned back to look at her. "Ever since Snowwhisper became a warrior, he's been restless."
"What about Thornclaw and Poppyfrost?" the ginger tabby asked, looking around to spot the two warriors near each other. Thornclaw was pawing at a mouse absentmindedly, while Poppyfrost looked upset, circling around the golden-brown tom.
"Do whatever you want, then," Blossomfall replied, not bothering to answer her question. Before Firepaw could say anything more, the tortoiseshell led Briarlight away, who mewed a hasty goodbye.
The tabby apprentice sighed, looking at the ground in disappointment. She supposed she could ask Toadstep to train her. She was more familiar with him anyway.
When Firepaw reached Toadstep, she dipped her head, and Hazeltail immediately ended her sentence. The gray and white queen gave her a smile, and Toadstep blinked down at her. "Yes, Firepaw?"
"Blossomfall wanted me to train with you today," the ginger tabby apprentice meowed. "She's taking care of Briarlight today."
"Isn't that Lilypool and Jayfeather's job?" the black and white warrior snorted, glaring down at her. "Now, if you have a real reason—"
"I'm serious!" Firepaw snapped, interrupting him. "We're training, right now, so you'd better get off your lazy tail and do as Blossomfall says!"
Toadstep sighed. He looked at Hazeltail, scowling. "Sorry, Hazeltail," he meowed. "I didn't expect to be dealing with rowdy apprentices today." He shot Firepaw a glare, and the ginger tabby's fur bristled angrily.
"Why don't you go train?" the queen meowed, opening her jaws in a yawn. "I was getting tired, anyway. I'm sure Lionblaze and Cinderheart have named their kits by now."
Toadstep opened his jaws to retort, but Hazeltail had already padded off. Sighing in exasperation, he got to his paws, ruffling his fur. "You got lucky," he muttered, his amber eyes flashing.
Firepaw let out a low hiss of irritation. She knew that this stupid ball of fluff was no good for her mentor. Why Blossomfall even liked him was a mystery.
The black and white warrior padded towards the exit of camp, Firepaw reluctantly following him. But before the two cats could exit camp, a voice stopped them right in their tracks.
"Can I… come with you?"
Firepaw turned her head to see Seedcloud, her green eyes sad and upset. She knew that the ginger warrior was still devastated about Dewpaw's death, and it definitely showed in her posture. Her fur was ruffled and dusty like she hadn't washed it in days (although it had only been one day, Firepaw noted) and her ears were flat on her head.
Toadstep noticed this as well, and meowed, "I… guess you could come, Seedcloud. I suppose you need practice with training an apprentice, anyway."
The ginger warrior's eyes lighted up, but they still looked a bit dull. "Good," she murmured, falling in beside them as they walked out of camp. "I needed a distraction…."
Firepaw felt a flash of guilt, but then immediately shook it away. No, she snapped to herself quietly, it's not my fault Dewpaw died. Her tail twitched from side to side, and she gazed at the back of Seedcloud's head silently. The warrior's tail dragged on the ground, and she looked as if she were slouching.
Firepaw opened her jaws to meow reassuring words to Seedcloud, but before she could, Toadstep's tail flicked her nose, making her sneeze. The tabby apprentice jumped with a hiss, but stopped dead when she realized the two warriors in front of her were distracted by something. She opened her jaws to sniff the air, and then stiffened.
Fox!
Seedcloud's tail flicked off the ground, gently stirring the grass near her. But with a hiss from Toadstep, she flattened her ginger tail on the ground again. The black and white warrior inched forward towards a few bushes, and then parted them out of the way. Firepaw and Seedcloud followed after him, careful not to make a sound.
Firepaw peered through the bushes, and her tail twitched, seeing a russet-colored animal eating a frog. Toadstep let out a low growl, his ears twitching as he rose his nose into the air again.
"ShadowClan!" he hissed.
ShadowClan and a fox? Firepaw wondered, her golden eyes wide. She felt Seedcloud's tail rest on her flank, but she made no move to register it made her feel better.
Suddenly, a yowl rang through the air, and cats burst out of the bushes on the other side of the clearing. Firepaw recognized Timberpaw's silver tabby and white pelt flash amongst other warriors as they headed towards the fox. The ginger creature whipped around, snarling. It lashed out a cream-colored paw, but a ShadowClan warrior nimbly dodged it and clawed the fox's muzzle, making it let out a growl of pain.
Timberpaw shot forward then, going for the offensive. His paws battered the fox's side, leaving deep scratches in its fur. The fox growled again, getting to its paws and sending Timberpaw flying with a hard blow to his side. The ginger creature inched towards him, sniffing and baring its teeth.
A black she-cat moved to help him, but suddenly, another fox burst into the scene. The black warrior squeaked in surprise as the larger fox swept her off her paws with a harsh blow. The warriors meowed in alarm and surged forward, two going for the larger fox while one broke off to help Timberpaw.
Firepaw let out a low hiss of alarm, seeing one of the foxes scratch a wound in the light brown tabby tom defending Timberpaw's cheek. "We have to help them!" she meowed under her breath, looking at Toadstep with wide eyes.
Toadstep's fur was standing on end, and he growled, "They're trespassing on our territory, so let them pay the price."
Firepaw hissed, moving forward to help them, but suddenly, teeth grabbed her tail, stopping her. She turned around, glaring at Seedcloud, who's green eyes were dull, but were apologetic. The warrior nodded, but Firepaw shook her head furiously. "They'll be killed!" she spat.
"Then so be it," Toadstep meowed grimly.
The ginger tabby apprentice was forced to watch as a fox chased around two ShadowClan warriors, and the other one attacked the brown tabby and Timberpaw, shaking off their attacks as if it were nothing. Her golden eyes widened with worry when the fox landed a particularly hard blow to her silver tabby friend, causing him to sprawl on the ground a few mouse-lengths away.
"Toadstep…" Firepaw whimpered, giving him another glance, but his expression didn't change. Oh, StarClan, what am I going to do?
Just then, a loud yowl split the air. Firepaw's head swivelled up quickly just as a lean, black and white tom jumped out of the bushes, landing on the larger fox's head. The fox snarled, shaking to get him off, but the tom dug his claws in, his blue eyes flashing in triumph. Then the fox let out a whimper, falling to the ground with a big thump!.
The black and white tom jumped off the fox, and it ran off, flattening its ears to its head as blood trickled down its face. He smirked as it ran off, and then turned towards the other fox.
It seemed he didn't have to do anything. Noticing that its companion was gone, the fox stopped attacking and looked around. It let out a low growl, glaring at Timberpaw and the brown tabby before racing off after the other fox, leaving the half-eaten frog behind.
"Ha! Pathetic fox-trash!" the brown tabby spat, fluffing out his fur proudly.
"I believe I did all the fighting," the black and white tom replied smoothly, making the brown tabby warrior deflate. "So you should be thanking me."
"Oh, yes, thank you," the black warrior mewed hastily, dipping her head in gratitude. "If it hadn't been for you, we never would have chased those foxes off."
"It was no problem, really," the black and white tom meowed, flicking his tail. "I'd do anything to help cats in need."
"Where are you from?" a dark gray tom asked, sniffing him hesitantly. "You don't smell like any Clan I know of."
"Clans?" The black and white tom's blue eyes were as wide as moons. "Oh, I don't live in a Clan! I live with my brother just beyond this forest."
"So you're a loner, then?" the dark gray warrior asked, looking at him carefully.
"Uh, sure!" the tom chirped, his eyes shining. "Do you live in a Clan, too? I've always wanted to know about them!"
The dark gray tom opened his jaws to reply, but just then, Toadstep stepped out into the open, his amber eyes narrowed. Seedcloud released her grip on Firepaw's tail and nudged her forward so that she stood by the black and white warrior's side. The ginger she-cat went on the other side of Toadstep, fluffing out her fur to make herself look threatening.
"What are you doing here, ShadowClan?" Toadstep spat, his tail lashing behind him. "This is ThunderClan territory."
The ShadowClan patrol jumped, as did the black and white loner. Timberpaw's green eyes flashed with recognition when his gaze landed on Firepaw, but he said nothing, his whiskers twitching lightly.
The dark gray tom stepped forward, his orange eyes narrowed. "We were just trying to chase out the fox that stole our prey," he meowed smoothly, flicking his tail towards the half-eaten frog. "We didn't know we had trespassed."
Toadstep took a pace forward, glaring at him. "Scorchfur, you're the ShadowClan deputy," he hissed. "I'm sure you know your Clan boundaries by now."
Scorchfur's fur fluffed up to make him look twice his size, and he spat, "Well, if you don't appreciate us chasing out two foxes, then maybe you're just looking for a fight!"
The rest of the ShadowClan patrol growled, except for Timberpaw, who's gaze didn't seem to want to waver anywhere else but to Firepaw. His green eyes glowed with worry, and his fur started to bristle as his patrol stepped forward, their claws flashing in the sunlight.
Firepaw flinched when Toadstep moved forward, baring his teeth. She looked between both the ShadowClan patrol and to her own mini patrol, and then meowed, "Stop!"
The ShadowClan patrol froze, and Firepaw caught a glimpse of Timberpaw's eyes filled with gratitude before turning to Toadstep and Seedcloud. "Why are we fighting? They just chased off two foxes, and you're mad?"
The black and white warrior's fur bristled. "They're trespassing!"
The black and white loner stepped forward, his blue eyes confused. "So? But they helped you chase away foxes. It's not like they did anything bad, right?"
"Listen, loner," Toadstep spat crossly, saying it as if it were crow-food. "You may not know Clan customs, but we do, and no matter what you cross the border for, we still have the right to challenge you. This includes you, too."
The loner shrunk back, staying quiet.
Toadstep sweeped his amber gaze across the clearing, his tail flicking restlessly behind him. "Although… I suppose you two do have a point."
Firepaw brightened up immediately, and the loner stood up taller, fluffing up his fur. Timberpaw smiled lightly in the background.
Seedcloud stepped forward, dipping her head at the ShadowClan patrol. "Thank you for chasing off those foxes. We'll be sure to tell Bramblestar," she meowed respectfully. Then, turning to the black and white loner, she added, "Thank you, as well. Although, this is ThunderClan territory. It'd be best if you went home."
"O-Okay," the black and white tom meowed, blinking at her before turning tail and racing back through the forest to where he lived.
Seedcloud sighed, her authority over the situation draining and being replaced by her sad and upset look again. Firepaw felt yet another spark of guilt, but forced it down by looking over at Toadstep, smirking at him.
The black and white warrior sighed. "Okay. Thanks, ShadowClan," he meowed dryly. He then turned around, flicking his tail. "Come on, let's report back to Bramblestar."
Firepaw followed him, but before she disappeared into the bushes, she gave the ShadowClan patrol one last look. They looked fine, but she saw that black she-cat hiding a grimace and Scorchfur limping on one paw. She frowned, looking at Timberpaw. She was filled with a sense of relief that he only had minor injuries. She wanted to make sure she saw him at the Gathering tomorrow.
With that, Firepaw flicked her tail to wave goodbye, and then walked into the bushes, following Toadstep and Seedcloud back to camp.
"The fox stole prey from ShadowClan?" Bramblestar asked, sweeping his gaze over the three cats present in his den. "And then there was another fox that came out of nowhere? ...And then you're saying a loner came and chased both of them off to help ShadowClan?"
"Yep," Toadstep confirmed, nodding his head.
The dark brown tabby leader looked thoughtful for a moment, before meowing, "Okay. Toadstep, Seedcloud, you are dismissed."
The two warriors dipped their head to him, and then slunk out of the den silently. Firepaw moved to follow them, but her father stopped her.
"Wait," the tabby meowed. "I didn't say you could leave, Firepaw."
The ginger tabby apprentice grumbled under her breath, but sat down again, curling her tail neatly around her paws. "Yes, Bramblestar?" she asked, her golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"I didn't want to say this to Blossomfall directly, but I think she's… getting slower lately," her father meowed, looking at her intently.
"Really?" Firepaw asked, blinking at him.
"Yes," Bramblestar meowed, nodding at his daughter. "I just want you to know. If anything happens, I might need to assign you a temporary mentor."
A temporary mentor? For what? Firepaw swallowed down her questions, her whiskers twitching in understanding. "Okay," she meowed. She stared at him for a moment, and then added, "Is that all?"
Bramblestar nodded. "You're dismissed."
Firepaw dipped her head to her father, then shot out of his den gracelessly. She thought she heard Bramblestar sigh in annoyance, but she ignored it. She looked around, spotting Snowwhisper and Amberheart sharing prey. Still full from the thrush she had earlier, she ignored them, instead heading towards the apprentices den.
Firepaw settled down in her nest, opening her jaws in a yawn. It wasn't moon-high, but it was pretty close, and she had woken up really early today…
She rested her head on her paws, gazing into the darkness of the apprentices den. She still wished she wasn't the only apprentice. By the time Fogkit and Stormkit became apprentices, she'd be a warrior.
Sighing, Firepaw closed her eyes, falling into an uneasy sleep.
Well, that's the end of the chapter! I'm still glad that I finished this so early, I'm really excited haha xD I just hope you guys like it!
..The only people reviewing have been Leafy and Sapphire, and I just wanna say I like hearing from everyone on what they think! :3 So don't be shy, I don't bite!
Anyway, here are the QOTD's!
QOTD #1: Who do you think were the other cats on the ShadowClan patrol? (Y'know, other than Scorchfur and Timberpaw)
QOTD #2: What do you think is wrong with Blossomfall?
That's it for now :D See you guys next chapter!
~Orangeflight of ShadowClan