So, this is my second chapter of my first fanfiction story. I know my prologue and first chapter were kind of short, but I will lengthen the rest of my chapters (which is going to be a lot of them!) You already know what this story is about if you read the summary. If you didn't, this story is about Graystripe's life from a kit to the deputy of Thunderclan, to being captured as a kittypet, and returning to Thunderclan to become a regular senior warrior of Thunderclan.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Warriors! All this content is from the book series, Warriors by Erin Hunter.

Chapter 2

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath Highrock for a Clan meeting!" Bluestar yowled from the top of Highrock. I was kind of excited for this moment, because Ravenkit, Sandkit and Dustkit were going to be apprentices. I bowled over my mother, Willowpelt, to get to the entrance of the nursery. I would be way more excited if it was my apprentice ceremony. But I never went to a clan meeting before, and I really wanted to go to this one. This would be the wonderful beginning of having the nursery to me for two whole moons!

"Where do you think you're going?" I recognized my mother's soft voice behind me. I looked back, and I was relieved that Willowpelt wasn't in a bad mood.

"Oh, I'm going to the clan meeting. I want to see Sandkit, Dustkit, and Ravenkit become apprentices. Can I? Please!" I pleaded.

OK, you can see this clan meeting, and if you behave yourself, you can to the other clan meetings before you become an apprentice," Willowpelt meowed tiredly. I could see Robinwing and Brindleface the three older kits vigoursly. I purred in amusement, and Sandkit flashed an annoyed look at me.

I crept quietly out of the nursery, and ran beneath the Highrock. I glanced up at the Highrock, and was surprised of the great height of it. I backed away slowly and bumped into a warrior. I turned my head back nervously and noticed Tigerclaw glaring at me! I backed away again and made sure to look back. Tigerclaw was kind of scary. He was huge, with big, broad shoulders and V- shape between his ears. I wonder how he got that…

I stared back at the nursery and could see Sandkit, Ravenkit and Dustkit walking proudly up to Highrock with their mothers, Robinwing and Brindleface behind them. I followed them up to the very bottom of Highrock. I wonder what it is like right beneath the Highrock, with Redtail, the Thunderclan deputy, and Sandkit's father just a few tail lengths away from them, and Bluestar on the top of Highrock. "We have come here beneath the Highrock for a very important occasion. Sandkit, Ravenkit and Dustkit have reached their sixth moon and have learned what it is to be a Thunderclan cat. Sandkit, come forward," Bluestar signaled Sandkit with her tail. Sandkit walked up confidently to the top. "Sandkit, from this day forward until you have earned your warrior name, you will be called Sandpaw. Whitestorm, you have learned excellent fighting skill from Patchpelt and you have courage; I expect you to teach all you have learned to this young apprentice." Sandkit padded down off the Highrock and touched noses with her new mentor.

Bluestar looked down at Dustkit and Redtail, and announced "Dustkit, from this day forward until you have earned your warrior name, you will named Dustpaw. Redtail, you are my trusted deputy and you have wits and excellent hunting skills, I expect you to pass all your skills down to Dustpaw." Dustpaw jumped down off Highrock and touched noses with Redtail. "Ravenkit," Bluestar signaled Ravenkit and he nervously climbed up Highrock, and puffed out his chest. "Ravenkit, from this day forward until you have earned your warrior name, you will called Ravenpaw. Tigerclaw, this is your first apprentice, and I expect you to pass your boldness, bravery and outstanding fighting skills down to this young cat." Ravenkit padded down anxiously and touched noses with Tigerclaw. I kind of feel sorry for Ravenpaw because I think Tigerclaw is the worst mentor to have.

I began shouting, "Ravenpaw, Dustpaw, Sandpaw, Ravenpaw, Dustpaw…" while the rest of my clanmates joined in.

I heard Longpaw say to the three new apprentices, "Come, I've already built nests for you in the apprentice's den. Longpaw was one and a half seasons older than me and he was guaranteed to become a warrior in another moon or so. His mentor was Darkstripe, which I think his mentor was Tigerclaw.

I watched Longpaw guiding Sandpaw, Dustpaw and Ravenpaw to the apprentice's den. I felt a pain of sorrow, because there would be nobody to play fight with. I sighed and padded back to the nursery.

"Are you okay, Graykit?" Willowpelt questioned me while I went back to the nursery.

"Everything's fine, mother," I replied. "I'm kind of sad, because Sandpaw, Ravenpaw and Dustpaw are apprentices now. There would be no one to play fight with," I continued.

"Don't worry. You will be an apprentice before you know it. When you get older, two moons seem like half a moon."

"But I'm not THAT old," I mewed sarcastically.

"Don't you dare talk sarcastic like that to me again. And, one thing, I saw you behave really well in that clan meeting, and you have permission to go to every clan meeting." Willowpelt answered the question in my mind.

I yawned and curled to my mother's stomach and began snoring peacefully. I could hear my mother's soft voice in my ear, "Sleep tight my sweet."