I found myself on the moor, and Nightstar was walking towards me.
"You'll never believe it Nightstar! I'm going to be made an apprentice!" I meowed with delight.
"How amazing. Now that means I can start your training without having any guilt. Let's start now," Nightstar said.
I nodded vigorously.
"In my training, you will not be learning how to hunt. Your mentor can teach you that well enough. As long as the prey is caught, it is good. Hunting skills can make a good warrior, but the best warrior is one who can fight the best and one who can lead his clan without fear or hesitation," Nightstar started.
"Like you?" I asked.
"Yes, much like me. But I had no warrior to train me other than my mentor, Honeystripe. I cannot say Honeystripe was a bad mentor, but she lacked in battle skills. She only taught me the simplest battle skills, when I saw my brother Blackclaw learning much more advanced things from his mentor Lionclaw. Lionclaw was a warrior of battle, while Honeystripe was one of hunting. So yes, I did become a very good hunter. But Blackclaw became a better fighter, and I yearned to be as good as or better then him. So in the dead of night I would sneak off to the training hollow, and practice moves. I made up very advanced and useful battle moves for myself in the dead of night without any cat to fight against. And I slowly began to get more powerful until our leader, Shrewstar, made me deputy. And when he died I tried to lead my weak clan into power. But it didn't work," he hissed.
Lies… the wind hissed All lies…
I perked my ears, and Nightstar glared at me oddly. He must not have heard it.
"We will being your training next time you sleep little one. And by then, you will be an apprentice, ready to be trained," Nightstar said before fading away.
The wind hissed again, but this time I couldn't make out what it said.