Alright, here's chapter one. I know it's kind of rushed, but it won't all be like this. Keep on reading, will you?

Chapter 1

A tabby pelt snuck quietly through the few plants growing through the hard ground. A rat nibbled on a berry from a lone bush, totally unaware that a cat was preparing to strike and eat it. The tabby bunched her muscles to spring when an orange and white cat bounded through the dust to her. Wrenpaw launched at the rat, but it slithered out of her paws at the last moment.

"Hey, Wrenpaw!," the she-cat called to her. Wrenpaw flattened her ears annoyed. The only way to find any prey in this part of SunClan territory was to go down into the gorge to the river where there were trees and grass.

"What, Goldenpaw?" she asked the other apprentice. Goldenpaw must have caught the irritated note in her voice, because she stared at her paws guiltily.

"Sorry," she mewed, tracing the dirt with a ginger paw. "I need to tell you though. You need to come back to camp so Bearstar can pick which cats he wants to take to the gathering tonight."

Wrenpaw stood up and licked some dust off of her shoulder. Tonight was the gathering and she hoped badly that she got to go. "Fine, Goldenpaw," she mewed to her den mate, I'm coming."

That was all it took for Goldenpaw to bounce off in the direction of the camp. Wrenpaw ran to catch up to her in the setting sun. Too soon, the camp came in sight. It was nestled between two trees at an oasis and surrounded by a wall of brambles.

The camp was alive with mummers of who they thought would be going to the gathering. She spotted her gray and white mentor, Ghostfur chatting with a huge, broad shouldered tabby tom by the name of Lucktail. Wrenpaw sat down beside him and asked, "Has Bearstar said who would go to the gathering yet?"

Ghostfur shook his head and replied, "No, he was waiting for you and Goldenpaw to come back."

"Unless I'm talking to a MoonClan intruder who has made themselves look like Wrenpaw, I guess you're here now so Bearstar can get on with it!" Lucktail complained, "My paws are itching to see if I can go."

Wrenpaw purred in amusement, "What are you talking about? You've been to more gatherings then what I have!" she told the tabby tom.

Lucktail was going to reply, but that instant, their leader came out of his den and jumped up onto the moss-covered rock that the clan meetings were held on. He raised his head and meowed the clan meeting call, even though about the whole clan was already there.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here, beneath the moss-rock for a clan meeting!" A few elders and queens came out from their dens, kits at their mother's feet.

"As you know there is a gathering tonight," the small tabby tom announced when everyone was in the clearing, "I have decided to take these cats: Lucktail, Ghostfur, Weaselface, Wrenpaw, and Ambereyes." Wrenpaw felt a surge of excitement as her name was called. Bearstar flicked is tail to dismiss the clan. Goldenpaw padded over to her as the clan started filing back into their duties to wait until Bearstar said it was time to leave.

"Lucky you," she mewed and batted Wrenpaw's ear playfully with a sheathed paw. "I wish I could go."

"Next time maybe," Wrenpaw encouraged her friend. Goldenpaw muttered something like, "yeah" and headed to her den. Wrenpaw felt sorry for her friend. She would be the only apprentice here tonight, and would probably be lonely. Everytime she was picked to go, Wrenpaw got stuck playing with Wolfkit, Gemkit, Loudkit, and Sandykit in the nursery. Sandfur's kits always annoyed her.

Pretty soon, Bearstar called to the cats that he had picked to follow him to the Moonlight-place where the other clans, FireClan, RapidClan, and MoonClan would be waiting. Wrenpaw half walked half ran by Lucktail who had been a friend of hers since she was a kit.

"Where are you going so fast?" he asked her when she bounded up near the front of the group.

"We're late the way it is," she replied twitching an ear, "And I want to be one of the first ones to see the Moonlight-place."

"Lucktail let out a mrrow of amusement and nudged her in the side with a huge brown paw. "Too late for that," he told her, "I'm afraid you weren't around when the first cats founded the clans."

Wrenpaw tried to push him back, but she only succeeded in making herself topple over. That only made Lucktail laugh harder. Wrenpaw stuck her tail straight up, irritated and embarrassed, and walked to the front of the group.

In no time they got to the beach where the gathering took place. The moonlight glimmered on the ocean sending streaks of light on the surface. She had been here loads of times, but the sight still took her breath away. When the first cats named this place, they did a good job of it..

The sea was slowly moving up and down on the shore, and Wrenpaw made sure she didn't sit to close to the edge where she would get wet. She saw that RapidClan and MoonClan were already gathered around the Moonrock where the leaders announced what was happening in their clans. She shuffled among the murmering group and caught sight of a dark colored cat sitting a little way off talking to a silver tom. She seemed to have seen the dark colored one before, but couldn't remember where. He looked handsome though.

Wrenpaw was going to go over to the two when there was a call from the moonrock and four leaders were standing there. FireClan must have came when she wasn't looking. Moonlight shimmered off their pelts as if they were StarClan cats already. They didn't have much to say; RapidClan got a few more warriors and did have problems with a muskrat; FireClan had a few deaths to heat but the rest of the clan were fine now; and MoonClan had gotten a few more apprentices, but overall nothing had happened. Bearstar didn't have much to say about SunClan either.

As they were talking, Wrenpaw seemed to hear another voice across the ocean. She turned her head to a little island several fox-lengths away. She could barely make out shadowy blotches of figures on the other side. They weren't twolegs, she could tell that. They looked more like… cats. Could it be possible thy weren't the only clans out there?

Wrenpaw was snapped out of her daydream when Lucktail prodded her with a strong paw and mewed, "Are you going to stand there all night looking at that twoleg infested island? Or am I going to have to tell Bearstar you want to become a kittypet?"

Wrenpaw jumped to bat one of his ears, but didn't quite make it and hit his cheek instead. Lucktail twitched his whiskers obviously amused.

Giving up, Wrenpaw padded away with her clan to their camp with the strange cat-like figures on her mind.

Yeah, kind of boring it WILL get better

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-Smokestar