CHAPTER FOUR
Cloveleap'S AGE: 26 moons
ENTERING SHADOW CAMP
"Silverpaw? Is that really you?" a fluffy brown tom ran over to Silverpaw, who blushed. The two carried on a conversation, and Cloveleap stood there awkwardly. She didn't recognize anyone, except for Silverpaw. A gray she-cat walked over to Cloveleap, and smiled.
"Hello. I'm Cinderheart, are you new? I think you'll like it here. Come with me," Cloveleap was taken to a hollow, where many kittens played.
"This is the kit hollow. Few toms know about it. Queens stay here, from all camps," Cinderheart explained, "Its basically the she-cats den, because there is no set den. Feel free to invite your friend over here when she's done with Hawkfrost." The queen dipped her head, and left Cloveleap standing. Cloveleap sighed- not wanting to wait, and layed down. I've left my life behind. I'm a warrior now. I'm Cloveleap. She closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.
When Cloveleap woke up, she found kittens next to her, cuddling for warmth. She smiled, and carefully got herself up and out of the den. It was early in the morning, the sun hadn't even come up. But she could see a tom training at a tree, trying to climb to the top.
His haunches rose, as he leapt to the next branch. But after that he fell. His silver fur was lined with bruises, Cloveleap padded down to him.
"You're not doing it right," she said, pulling him up. She stepped forward to the training tree. She leaped onto the first branch, her claws digging into the old wood. She carefully leaped onto the next branch, flying in midair. She was a good five feet off the ground. She continued climbing, until she reached the top. Then she carefully jumped to the bottom.
"Oh, sure," he said sarcastically, "I'm Rippletail, by the way." he said with a chuckle.
"Cloveleap," she said, with a soft smile. Rippletail turned away, and with that so did Cloveleap.