Start Of Part 2

Robinkit yawned. There was never enough to do around camp. Why did apprentices get all the fun? They could hunt, battle, and leave camp for StarClan's sake! Her brothers, Sprucekit and Goldenkit, were tussling on the ground while Silverstorm watched. Willowkit was talking to Grayleaf. Robinkit had a hunch that Willowkit was going to be the next medicine cat.

Robinkit stood up and trotted over to where her brothers were play fighting. "Tighten you guard," Silverstorm advised Goldenkit. The ginger tom nodded and began to watch his defense more carefully. "And Sprucekit, look for openings. If there's a place you can get a paw in and do some damage then use it." Sprucekit nodded, but didn't change anything.

"Can I try?" Robinkit asked.

When Silverstorm's eyes rested on Robinkit the she-cat started, as if surprised, and Robinkit spotted a bit of raw pain in the she-cat's eyes. And then she shook her head, and nodded. "Of course Robinkit. Sprucekit, step out for a minute."

"Silverstorm, with the amount of training these kits are getting now they aren't going to need an apprenticeship. Calm down. They're just kits," Heartflight commented in amusement.

"Well I'm not going to mentor any of them, so I may as well train them here," Silverstorm mewed stubbornly.

"How can you know?" Heartflight asked. "Copperstar hasn't announced it yet."

"I just know," Silverstorm meowed, and padded away angrily.

"Heartflight, why is Silverstorm so sure?" Goldenkit asked, "I thought she liked us."

"It's a long story," Heartflight sighed, "To make a long story short, Silverstorm's last apprentice died. It broke Silverstorm's heart. I can understand that she doesn't want another apprentice."

"Oh," Robinkit had never known that before. It added another dimension to the she-cat. Poor Silverstorm.

Suddenly, Willowkit barreled into Robinkit. "Guess what!" Willowkit exclaimed. "Grayleaf just offered to let me become her apprentice!"

"That's wonderful Willowkit!" Robinkit purred.

"Medicine cat apprentice?" Goldenkit demanded, "Why would you want to be that? If you are a warrior you can fight the other clans, and hunt to keep the clan safe."

"If you're a medicine cat you can help other cats in your clan. Helping cats is just what I feel like I need to do with my life." Willowkit looked longingly toward the Medicine Cat den. "I can't wait to be sleeping there. It will be the day after tomorrow."

"Day after tomorrow," Robinkit cried, "Oh right, that's when our apprentice ceremonies are!"

"How could you forget?" Sprucekit flicked his ears.

"It just slipped my mind," Robinkit admitted.

"Robinkit, sometimes I just don't get you." Goldenkit sighed, and spotting a butterfly, began to stalk after it. He leaped to catch it, but missed. The tom fell flat on his face.

Willowkit purred. "Great job Goldenpaw," she smirked, and trotted off to talk to Grayleaf some more.

"Robinkit," Sprucekit purred in her ear. "No more nursery for us."

Robinkit jumped up. "It's today!" she yowled, "We get to leave camp today!"

"You're not going anywhere until your fur looks decent," Dawnburst, the kit's foster mother mewed. "You look like you just got up." She began furiously licking Robinkit.

"Dawnburst!"

When all the kits were clean and licked to Dawnburst's satisfaction, they trotted out of the nursery. They joined Copperstar on top of high rock. "These kits have reached to age of six moons and are ready to become apprentices. Robinkit, Willowkit, Goldenkit, and Sprucekit, for this moment onward, until you earn your warrior name, you shall be known as Robinpaw, Willowpaw, Goldenpaw, and Sprucepaw.

"Grayleaf has offered to take Willowpaw as her next apprentice. Willowpaw, you shall be apprenticed to Grayleaf." The medicine cat hopped up on highrock to touch noses with Willowpaw. The medicine cats hopped down from highrock to watch the rest of the ceremony. Goldenpaw, you mentor shall be Dogclaw." Robinpaw's eyes went wide. Goldenpaw was going to be apprenticed to the deputy? Dogclaw touched noses with Goldenpaw, and they too hopped down from highrock.

"Sprucepaw, your mentor shall be Brownclaw." Robinkit watched as her brother and his mentor touched noses, and then hopped down from highrock, leaving Robinkit all alone next to Copperstar.

"Last but not least, Robinpaw, your mentor shall be Silverstorm."

A heartbeat barely passed before the whole clearing heard the yowl of "What! Copperstar, I told you I didn't want an apprentice."

"Silverstorm you refused Fleetpaw and Flickerpaw. I'm not letting you go without an apprentice any longer."

"But you had to give me this one didn't you?" Silverstorm demanded, "She's the spitting image of..." Silverstorm cut herself off.

Copperstar nodded. "That's why I gave her to you."

Silverstorm reluctantly touched noses with Robinpaw, all the while muttering, "Great StarClan, Great StarClan," then the gray she-cat hopped down from highrock and left camp without another word, leaving Robinpaw feeling alone and unwanted atop Highrock.

"Sorry Robinpaw," Copperstar mewed, "I didn't think that she would react this badly. I could get you a different mentor..."

"No," Robinpaw shook her head. "That's okay. But who am I the spitting image of. Why did you give me to her and not one of the others?"

"These questions you must find out for yourself," Copperstar mewed. "I am sorry."

Robinpaw hissed angrily under her breath. She and her siblings had been found on the Thunderpath, with no mother in sight or scent. If she was the spitting image of someone, perhaps it was her mother, and if the clan cats knew who her mother was... what if her mother was a clan cat runaway!

Willowpaw

"This here is marigold. It's good for keeping wounds from becoming infected, however, you can also use this, Horsetail, for if a wound does become infected." Willowpaw sniffed each of the herbs, becoming familiar with the scents.

"Remember, we're going to Moonstone tonight," Grayleaf reminded her, "You're lucky to have been made a medicine cat apprentice on half moon." Willowpaw nodded. "You may fins out something tonight," Grayleaf twitched her whiskers.

"Like what?" Willowpaw asked.

"Only StarClan knows the answer to that," Grayleaf purred.

Sorry about the cliffy, but the next chapters going to be kinda long and I didn't want to have to chop it in half.