Hey guys! So it's either Friday, or Saturday. Not sure, but that's Deva's choice. This chapter isn't long, and I didn't have a lot of time to work too much on it. I started drivers ed with Deva, someone died recently in my school, and there was some kind of water leak today, or Friday. Depends the day this is posted. Anyways, Dapple... You know what to do.

Dapple: I'm not really real, but okay.

Dapple: Sillymew and her editor doesn't own the Warrior series!

Snowcrystal of Thunderclan- I think you'll like this chapter quite a bit.

Blue741776- Yeah, I'm weird with my humor.. I can go from silly to sarcasm to whatever the heck I do. I'm really glad you like my story though!

Warrior Cats: Blood Moon

Chapter 4

"From this moment on, until you earn your warrior name, you will be known as Sparkpaw." Sparkpaw puffed out his chest, pride surging through him. Finally, after six moons, he was at last an apprentice. His yellow eyes wandered about, until he then turned his gaze towards his sister. Now she was Snakepaw, but even now... Sparkpaw knew that she was going to still be as boring as ever. Ugh! At least It won't be just me and Snakepaw...

"Your new mentor will be Gingerfur-" Sparkpaw's jaw dropped open, his eyes widening further than normal. Gingerfur, the deputy, was to mentor him? He almost couldn't believe it, but then the ginger warrior stepped forward, eyes glittering. Sparkpaw bounded towards the she-cat excitedly, "I hope Gingerfur will pass on all that she knows to you."

Breezestar looked down at Gingerfur, "Gingerfur, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You had received excellent training from Flameheart, and you have shown yourself to be intelligent and kind. You will be the mentor of Sparkpaw, and I expect you to pass on all that you know onto to him." Gingerfur nods, gazing up at the WindClan leader, and then turns her gaze onto Sparkpaw.

Sparkpaw trembled in excitement, touching noses to Gingerfur. Excitement coursed through the spiky tom. Snakepaw had only gotten Petalstep, the weirdo warrior. After they walked side by side and sat down, the clan began to chant.

"Snakepaw! Sparkpaw!" Pride, once again, coursed through him. Once the chanting began to settle, Gingerfur turned to him.

"Are you ready?" She smiled warmly. Sparkpaw's eyes lit up instantly.

"For what? What are we doing? Are we battle training? Hunting? Exploring the terr-"

"Whoa whoa," Gingerfur chuckled softly. "Calm down there, bud. I can see why you were named Spark..." She continued to chuckle as she turned around, indicating with her tail to follow. "You'll find out soon enough." The ginger warrior padded out of camp, with an excited Sparkpaw following.

The first thing Sparkpaw saw once he was out of camp was the open moorland. Yet again, his eyes widened and jaw dropped. There's so much! He let out an excited kit-like squeal and jumped around. "Its so big!" Sparkpaw laughed, a huge smile plastered upon his face.

A purr resounded from Gingerfur's chest, "Yep, and we are-"

The spiky gray tom pounces on her, cutting the she-cat off. "Exploring the territory!" Sparkpaw squeaked ecstatically while quivering violently. Concern flickered through Gingerfur's golden eyes, but evaporated a moment afterwards, seeming to realize that it was from the excitement of exploring.

"That's right. We'll mostly be looking around the borders though," she smiled. "And guess who's joining us?" Suddenly Sparkpaw turned around, then his tail drooped. He saw a pale gray she-cat with almost lazy looking amber eyes, and a solid gray she-cat with too-dull amber eyes... His sister Snakepaw, and her mentor Petalstep. Sparkpaw let out a groan, not giving a single thought about it not caring.

Gingerfur looked down at him, "Is there a problem?"

"No, there isn't a problem." He sighs softly, turning his back towards his sister. She was never any sort of fun, and whenever she was around she ruined any form of said fun.

"Hey you two silly kitties!" Petalstep mewed enthusiastically, in an all too giddy way. Then there was... Whatever Petalstep was.

"Hi." Snakepaw shook out her fur, mewing in a monotone voice. Sparkpaw mumbled a 'hello' to the two she-cats, then they set off. There wasn't really much on the moors, just some rabbit holes here and there. Snakepaw did trip on one, and it was pretty funny. It was instantly ruined though because Snakepaw didn't give any real reaction other than a slow blink.

ThunderClan scent hit his nose. The only reason he knew it was ThunderClan was because of a visit. Sparkpaw looked ahead and saw the moor turning into forest; the border. But it wasn't stale scent, it was actually fresh... "Hello, Gingerfur. Petalstep." He whipped around to find who spoke. He spotted a mottled gray tom. He had broad shoulders, but his eyes... They were the coldest eyes he'd ever seen. The sharp yellow in his irises didn't make it any better.

"Flintpaw, don't treat them like trespassers." A warmer voice mewed. He looked at a white she-cat with speckles of black on her fur. Sparkpaw guessed she was his mentor.

Flintpaw huffed, then smirked, flashing sharp-looking fangs. "Of course, Speckleheart." He hissed softly, but if Speckleheart noticed, she didn't show it.

"What's it like in ThunderClan?" A surprisingly soft voice mewed. For a moment Sparkpaw thought it was Petalstep, but as he turned he realized it was Snakepaw. For once, his sisters eyes were lit up and staring at Flintpaw. Oh no. He groaned. He knew that look... She seemed to have fallen head over paws for the ThunderClan tom, which is odd for her personality.

A growl rumbled in Flintpaw's throat, but then his face lit up, seeming to gain an idea. "Well..." the mottled tom purred, sickly sweet in his ears. "You could find out." The tom smirked, winked, then turned and padded away. A confused Speckleheart soon followed.

Initially bewildered, Sparkpaw turned toward Gingerfur. Her features, surprisingly, gave away anger and... Was that fear? He couldn't entirely tell, but the ginger deputy whispered something to Petalstep. The gray she-cat looked solemn, making the situation even weirder. "We're going now." Gingerfur mewed, and then the small group of cats padded back to WindClan camp.

Aaaaand that's a wrap. Phew. Sorry, its not very long... Again, it was a long week. Thank you all for sticking around, and critism is always welcome!

- Silly

Yup. Saturday alright. And yeah, Silly isn't lying about any of the above stuff. Also, no one is helping me say weird things...

Seeya later, alligator.

- Deva