Hello! This is my first warriors fanfic that I've posted here. I've written dozens of them that are more...'accurate'...than this one. I don't really mind the faults in it. I had a dream about these two twin cats and decided to make a fanfic about it. If you noticed that the allegiances weren't very fleshed out, that's because the other Clans don't matter very much in this one. In fact, after chapter four, we won't really be seeing any cats other than the five that are chosen. I hope you like this! My goal is to quickly write this out and publish it so that I feel more accomplished with a finished story. I'm not going too in depth with details, as you can see with this first chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter One
The scent of mouse bile made Skypaw want to puke, but her pride and starvation kept the skinny cat from wasting what little food was lodged in her empty stomach. She gently kneaded the dry, cracked surface of the elder's skin, pulling off ticks as she went. These days, the elders weren't the only ones suffering from ticks, and she felt her own begin to squirm.
Oh you're next, she told them through gritted teeth.
"That's enough now, Dawnpaw," Skypaw heard a raspy voice murmur. She looked up to see Stemtail, the eldest of the cats in ThunderClan, a white she-cat with ginger splotches. Her long, fluffy tail twitched in amusement as she waved an apprentice away. "I'm clean now. Go tend to Reddapple: he's been complaining for weeks about his."
"Okay," the blue-gray she-cat replied. "Let me know if you need my help again."
Skypaw watched her mirror image nod and straighten herself. She and Dawnpaw were identical twins, each with blue-gray pelts and pale blue eyes. There were differences between them, however hidden they were. Dawnpaw, the prettier, softer of the two, had a longer tail by almost a mouse-length. Skypaw, the scruffier, sharp-tongued one, had a scar above her right eye. She'd scratched herself by accident trying to escape through the brambles as a kit. A few cats joked that her mother had scarred her on purpose. Their mother, Bluestorm, laughed along with the others, though everyone knew she'd never lay a claw on either of her precious daughters. The scar was almost completely hidden by Skypaw's fur, thus making it even harder for the cats of their Clan to tell them apart. Dawnpaw never minded being mistaken for her sister, but it angered Skypaw to no end. They were nothing alike.
Dawnpaw dipped her head respectfully.
"That's not Dawnpaw!" snapped Shadeclaw, the eldest tom and by far the most senile. He had a pelt as black and night and yellow eyes as bright as the sun. He flicked what little ears he had in annoyance. He'd lost the rest of them in a battle with WindClan. "That's Skypaw! You're always confusing them."
Cloudpatch, the youngest and prettiest of the elders, whom Skypaw was working on, let out a rumbling purr. "No, Shadeclaw," she purred. She trailed her white-tipped tail over Skypaw's shoulders. "This is Skypaw. Can't you see her scar?"
Skypaw smiled at the elderly she-cat. She had black fur like Shadeclaw, but her paws, tail, and part of her face were white. She was the mother of their current leader, Longstar. Skypaw favored her. She never mistook her for her sister, and she always strove to be sure that other cats saw the clear differences between them.
The black tom narrowed his eyes at them. "Oh. I see. Sorry."
Her sister let out a purr of amusement as she trotted over to Reddapple, a lithe red-brown tom. "It's alright, Shadeclaw," she said sweetly. She winked at Skypaw, who shuddered just slightly. "I don't mind being mistaken for such a pretty she-cat."
Oh the flattery. The worst thing about Dawnpaw was that she knew how to work cats. She always knew the right thing to say, which made her the more popular of the pair by far. Skypaw sneered at her from behind Cloudpatch's shoulders. The Clan thought Dawnpaw was the sweet, lovable she-cat she pretended to be, while Skypaw knew better. Why, during an assessment a moon ago, she lied that she was Skypaw, just to claim the larger pile of prey. When Skypaw found out, she demanded that Dawnpaw's mentor, a tom named Owlmoon, reprimand his apprentice. He muttered something that he would, but never followed through on it.
Skypaw secretly hated her sister. She wanted her life for herself, and Dawnpaw was making it very, very difficult.
"Aren't you a sweetheart," purred Reddapple. He was blind, but he recognized the voices of the other cats around him, thus he never confused the sisters. "I remember when I first met you two, when you were less than a moon old. You've both grown so much."
Stemtail scoffed. "Why all the nostalgia, Reddapple?"
"Oh, I always mutter like this before warriors' ceremonies," he purred.
His response made a fire burn in Skypaw's gut. That's right: Longstar told them yesterday that he'd make them warriors tonight at moonhigh, after the Selection. Skypaw clawed the ground in anticipation. The sooner she became a warrior, the sooner she could get as far away from her sister as possible.
"It's not just their ceremony, is it?" murmured Stemtail. "You're worried about the Selection, aren't you?"
The blue-gray apprentice stiffened. She hated when the elders talked about the Selection, especially since none of them were eligible. Before each Selection, the apprentices were assigned to the task of making the elders look prim and proper, to show off to the other Clans how well they took care of them. Elders were cats who had not only survived the forest and its dangers but also managed to skirt being chosen to die a cruel, bloody death.
Reddapple lowered his head. Dawnpaw went to work on his flank, a cloudy look in her eyes. Dawnpaw always fretted when they mentioned the Selection like a coward, while Skypaw ran battle tactics through her head. If chosen, she'd fight--to the death.
"I hate it when apprentices are chosen," he replied. "It doesn't seem fair."
"If the Dark Forest were fair, they'd stop the Selection altogether," replied Cloudpatch. "But StarClan lost. We pay this price for our freedom and for the peace to live out our lives, however short they may be."
"You two ever hear the story of that great battle?" asked Shadeclaw. He loved to tell stories, but he never quite succeeded whenever he tried. He forgot important details, changed outcomes, and forgot the ends to plenty of the stories he'd attempted to tell. He told terrible renditions of every story Skypaw heard as a kit, but his worst was the story of how the Selection came to be after the battle between StarClan and the Dark Forest. His tellings became more and more confusing as time went on until Skypaw was sure she'd never hear right out what happened.
"Yes, we have," Skypaw said, shooting her sister a glare, lest she give the tom any indication he was to continue.
Shadeclaw huffed. "You be sure to take your kits in here one day, young one," he went on. "It's something every cat must hear at some point in their lives.
Hopefully those non-existent kits you're talking about won't die of boredom while you're at it, Skypaw thought with a frown.
Cloudpatch touched her nose to Skypaw's shoulder. "I'm done now, thank you," she purred.
Skypaw nodded. "Would you like me to help you wash your pelt?" she asked.
"No, I think that I can manage on my own, thank you," Cloudpatch replied. Before Skypaw could walk away, she touched her tail-tip to the apprentice's cheek. "Don't be scared," she whispered faintly. "I've been through a lot of Selections, and here I am, still alive. StarClan will protect you."
The blue-gray she-cat shrugged it off. "I'm not scared, unlike Dawnpaw," she teased. "Even if I'm chosen, I'll fight."
Cloudpatch's eyes glowed with admiration. "I know," she replied. "That's why I'm scared for you."
Skypaw ignored her comment and surveyed the den. All the elders were free of ticks, their coats glossy and clean. They were all fatter and healthier than Skypaw would ever be. Food was scarce as it was, and the Clan prioritized their elders, hoping to showcase them as trophies to the other Clans. The more elders Clans' had, the luckier they were. Skypaw hadn't eaten in days just to be sure they had enough food. That would change tonight. The Clan saved up fresh-kill in order to have a huge feast before they went to the Selection. For one cat, it would be the last time he or she ate with their clan mates.
"We're just lucky we've got so many nursing queens this time around," meowed Shadeclaw. He started to groom himself. "That puts at least three she-cats out of the running."
"Yes, and then there's Longstar and Tigerheart," added Stemtail. "They're safe."
"Can we not talk about the Selection?" said Dawnpaw. Her sister caught the fear hanging on her every word. The elders turned to her, astonished at the horror in her voice, but Dawnpaw covered it well. "I hate to think that one of our clan mates is leaving us forever."
They softened their gaze while Skypaw rolled her eyes. Mouse-brains, she thought. "Oh Dawnpaw, it'll be alright," purred Red-dapple. "Perhaps they'll pick Puddlefoot, or Tawnyfur. They'll be pardoned, and we won't lose anyone. That's what happened to ShadowClan last year. Lucky cats."
"I hope so," muttered Dawnpaw. She backed away from the red elder. "Is that alright?"
"Oh yes, I'm fine now," Red-dapple replied. "Thank you. You two go wash up and get something good to eat."
The sisters nodded to each other and left the hollow, walking side by side. As they entered the camp, Skypaw changed her mind. She didn't want her sister to die. She just wanted her to get her own life and to leave Skypaw alone every once in a while. The two went to the stream in silence and washed the mouse bile off their paws. They re-entered the camp and noticed that the feast had started. The other apprentices were lying outside their den eating. Skypaw's stomach growled at the thought of food.
"Oi, Skypaw! Dawnpaw!" a tawny tom named Sandpaw called. "Come join us!"
Skypaw let out a purr and gladly took a mouse from the pile. Though small, it made her mouth water all the same. Dawnpaw took a finch. They made their way over to their friends. A voice stopped them. Skypaw looked up to see Owlmoon, that useless mentor of Dawnpaw's. Her sister's eyes lit up at the sight of him.
"I'm going to go eat with him," Dawnpaw told her. "I'll be back later to share tongues."
Don't hurry on my account, Skypaw thought as her twin trotted off. The blue-gray apprentice joined her friends with a purr. Unlike Dawnpaw, who chose to spend more time with the warriors of their Clan, Skypaw was good friends with their fellow apprentices. She settled between two black toms named Nightpaw and Ravenpaw, who were the sons of their current deputy, Tigerheart.
"How was preening the elders?" Sandpaw purred. He was an only kit, his two siblings having died during birth. His father was taken in the same battle with WindClan that cost Shadeclaw his ears—and sanity, for that matter. His mother, Robinpelt, was back in the nursery, having just announced that she was having kits with Pinefrost. Sandpaw was ornery for the first few days, but he'd come to terms with it now and gone back to his cheerful self.
Skypaw snorted. "I hate it. Shadeclaw mistook me for Dawnpaw, and the lot of them smell like crowfood!"
"At least they get crowfood," muttered Ravenpaw beside her. He had deep brown eyes like his mother, and he was always worrying about food. "I'd even eat kittypet food if it meant filling my stomach."
Nightpaw leaned over and whispered in Skypaw's ear, "He snuck second helpings," the tom purred. "That fatty."
Ravenpaw swiped at his brother's head. "Who're you calling fat?" he hissed. "I'm half your size!"
With a mew of surprise, Skypaw rolled away just in time to avoid Nightpaw's lunge for his brother. She hopped over to Sandpaw's side. Neither apprentice worried: the two fought often for truly unknown reasons, and they never unsheathed their claws. Sandpaw shot Skypaw a look and rolled his eyes. They were about to break up the fight when a gray tabby padded over with a strange expression.
"I'm a bit confused," purred Tigerheart. At the sound of their mother's voice, the two sprang apart. "I wasn't aware that Pinefrost and Kestrelwing were assessing you two today based on your ability to tear each other apart."
"Sorry, Mother," quipped Ravenpaw.
"Sorry," echoed Nightpaw.
Tigerheart laughed. "It's okay," she purred. "I thought it was funny." The deputy turned her deep amber eyes on the other two. She nodded to the both of them, and winked at Skypaw. After all, she was her mentor. Tigerheart was by far the smallest warrior in ThunderClan, if not all the Clans. She was barely taller than her sons, who'd clearly inherited their height from their father. Tigerheart also had a strange pair of paws on her front. They had five toes instead of four like normal cats. They were white and often looked like Twoleg paws. Despite her small size, Tigerheart was quick, strong, clever, and very loyal. It's no wonder Longstar chose her as deputy. "Are you getting nervous yet, Skypaw?" she asked her apprentice. "It's a big day."
"I'm excited," Skypaw replied with a flick of her tail. "Has Longstar mentioned what my warrior name will be?"
"Not to me, at least," purred Tigerheart. She turned her eyes back on her sons. "Now, you two behave yourselves, alright? I'll not have you fighting at the Selection like you did at the last Gathering."
"Mother!" moaned Nightpaw. "I've told you! That Minnowpaw started it! She said that Ravenpaw was a better warrior than I am! I had to prove it to her!"
Tigerheart rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I forget sometimes that you're eight moons old," she scolded. She cuffed both her sons over the head with her tail. "No more fighting, got it? Or I'll put you on extra elder duty for the rest of your lives."
The two black toms straightened. Neither of them liked the elders very much, since they had nothing good to say about them. In fact, not many cats in the Clan liked the brothers very much in the first place. They accused Tigerheart of spoiling the both of them. While she did cherish her kits, as they were the only two from her three previous litters still alive today, she never spoiled them. Her threat was not empty. She'd make them do it and enjoy watching their punishment too.
"Enjoy your meal, you all," Tigerheart purred as she began to turn away. She stopped in her tracks. "Great StarClan…"
"What is it?" Sandpaw asked.
The deputy flicked her tail towards the corner of the camp, where Owlmoon and Dawnpaw were lying intertwined, grooming each other's pelts. Tigerheart grimaced at the sight. "That's disgusting," she growled. "That Dawnpaw is a flirt enough as it is! Owlmoon is a mouse-brain for egging her on like that!"
Skypaw nodded in agreement, narrowing her eyes. No wonder her sister was so eager to share with her mentor.
"Don't ever turn soft on me like that, Skypaw," purred Tigerheart. "I wouldn't be able to take it."
The apprentice nodded. "I promise I won't."
"Well then, I'm off." She stretched before leaving. "Be ready at moonhigh!" she called over her shoulder.
The second she'd walked out of earshot, Nightpaw and Ravenpaw visibly relaxed. They slumped their shoulders and let out sighs of relief. "I swear I thought she'd take my ears off," squeaked Ravenpaw.
"Nah, she'd just slice one of 'em in half," teased Nightpaw. "She's always liked me more."
Ravenpaw raised a paw to slash at his brother, but Sandpaw stepped in to stop them, his eyes narrowing. "Are you two daft?" he hissed. "What did your mother just get finished telling you? Stop acting like foolish kits and grow up! We're all sick and tired of your constant fighting!"
The black toms backed away from Sandpaw's fierce glare. Skypaw smiled. Her friend was brave and outspoken. One day, if the Selection didn't claim him, he'd be an excellent deputy and an even better leader. He snorted and turned back to her. "They're no fun to be around anymore," he grumbled. "Want to visit Mother in the nursery?"
Skypaw brightened. She loved the nursery, as she loved to play with the kits. She especially loved Tawnyfur's kit, Plumkit. The two of them once snuck into the forest and played Clan war before Tigerheart caught her and punished her by making her go on extra patrols for a moon straight.
"We should take them something good to eat," she suggested. "They may not know that the feast has started."
Sandpaw nodded and took a mouse from the pile. Skypaw dug through the bodies and found a blackbird she thought that Plumkit would like. She could play with the feathers once she was done. The apprentices left the two brothers to their food and padded into the warmth of the nursery. The first queen they met was Robinpelt. She was lying on her side, and she jolted awake when they entered.
"Oh, sorry to wake you," Sandpaw meowed. He gestured with the mouse. "I thought you might be hungry."
She purred and nodded. "Thank you, Sandpaw." Robinpelt turned and ran her tail across the silver-tabby pelt of Puddlefoot, the mother of Kestrelwing's kits. "Would you like to share?"
Puddlefoot nodded. "Yes, thank you." She moved over to sit next to her expectant friend. "It's so nice of you busy apprentices to visit us. Oh." Puddlefoot smiled at Skypaw. "That's right. You won't be an apprentice after tonight. Congratulations."
Skypaw dipped her head. "Thank you."
"Sandpaw, Sandpaw!" a tiny gray kit squealed as he clambered over his mother to barrel into the tawny apprentice. "We missed you! How come you didn't come earlier?"
"Yeah, you haven't visited us in so long!" mewed a second gray kit, this one a bit darker than his brother. The two hopped onto Sandpaw, and the apprentice let out a huff at the weight on his belly.
"Pile on Sandpaw!" squeaked the last of Puddlefoot's kits, a dappled gray she-cat.
She landed on him harshly, and Sandpaw grunted loudly. "I give up, I give up!" he laughed. "Let me go! It's too much! You strong warriors have overtaken me!" He rolled about on the ground to try and shake them. "Great StarClan you're powerful!"
The queens purred as they watched him finally get to his feet. He dropped to a crouch and raised a paw. "Hah-hah! I'm the evil ShadowClan leader Blizzardstar, and now that I'm back on my feet, I can take all three of you at once!"
"No you won't!" cried the longhaired tom. "ThunderClan, attack!"
All three kits sprang at him at once, and knocked him over a second time. The queens laughed as he playfully swiped at them. "He's so good with the kits," purred Puddlefoot. "I hope he takes one of them as his apprentice when he's a warrior."
Skypaw was about to agree when she felt a prod at her side. She looked down to see Plumkit, staring up at her with wide blue eyes. Plumkit was a pretty dark brown tabby with a lean body and long whiskers. She was beautiful and quiet. "Can I share your bird?" she mewed in a soft voice.
Skypaw set it down. "I brought it for you," she replied. "Here. When you're done eating it, we can play with the feathers!"
Plumkit purred and dug right in. Tawnyfur emerged from the back of the nursery where she'd been sleeping, judging by her half-open eyes and loud yawn. "Oh, hello Skypaw," she meowed. Skypaw smiled at being called by her name, not her sister's. Tawnyfur saw her kit eating hungrily at the crow and smiled. "Did you bring that for her?" Skypaw nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome to it as well," Skypaw said. "Please."
The queen wasted no time in joining her kit.
"Ah! I'm finished! You've taken my last life!"
Skypaw turned her eyes back towards her friend, who now lay on his side, dramatically twitching his body as if he were in death throws. "Good-bye cruel world! I go to join StarClan…" With that, he shut his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and pretended to be dead.
"We got him!" cried the longhaired tom triumphantly. "Slimey piece of foxdung! ShadowClan cats are nothing but no-good, rotten, crowfood eating--"
"Graykit!" Puddlefoot scolded. "Where did you ever hear words like that?"
Graykit cowered beneath his mother's glare. "Father."
"Is that so?" The silver queen flicked her tail as the rest of the cats in the nursery began to laugh. It was no secret that Kestrelwing had a loose tongue. Puddlefoot smiled weakly, though it was clear she was trying to keep it in. "I suppose I'll have to talk to that bad-mouthed mate of mine."
"Is Father in trouble?" asked the she-cat.
"Oh yes, Dapplekit," chuckled Puddlefoot. "I ought to take his ears off."
"Then he'd look like that awful Shadeclaw!" meowed the light gray tom. "He's no better than a ShadowClan cat!"
"Ashkit!" snapped Puddlefoot, completely mortified by her kits' words. "Shadelcaw is an honorable warrior who has served the Clan for many moons! Did your Father say that as well?"
Ashkit shuffled his feet. "Maybe…" Then he grinned. "But I agree!"
"What am I going to do with them?" Puddlefoot chuckled to Robinpelt, who'd finished her mouse by now.
The tabby she-cat licked her lips and shrugged. "I say let it happen. Kestrelwing's outbursts are amusing enough. Now we've got three times as much entertainment!"
Puddlefoot shied away as they all laughed. Skypaw felt prodding at her side again and looked down to see that Plumkit had finished and had feathers all over her chin. "I'm done!" she mewed.
"I can see that," Skypaw chuckled, wiping the feathers away with her paw. "There. Much better."
"Psst."
Everyone looked to Sandpaw, who'd opened one eye. "Can I revive now?"
"No!" Graykit pounced on him again, right on his belly. Sandpaw grunted in pain. "You're still dead, Blizzardstar!"
"Be gentle with my poor son!" chuckled Robinpelt. "He's got to travel to Fourtrees for the Selection tonight."
Everyone stiffened at the mention of the Selection. All the queens would be going as well, except for Robinwing. Although she'd only just moved into the nursery, the warrior code forbade expecting queens to journey to Fourtrees. Besides, why would she risk injuring her kits if she wasn't eligible in the first place?
"I think your mother was looking for you earlier, Skypaw," meowed Tawnyfur, hoping to change the subject. "I'm not sure where she went off to. She said something about needing fresh air after looking after these three for Puddlefoot today."
Bluestorm, Skypaw's mother, chose to stay in the nursery to help the other queens with their kits. She took warrior duties when necessary, but she told her daughters that she felt StarClan was calling her to protect what few kits ThunderClan had.
Skypaw opened her mouth to reply when the plants around the entrance shifted, and Molewhisker, Tawnyfur's mate, ambled in. He was carrying a mouse. When he caught sight of the unusually large number of cats in the nursery, he cocked his head. He set down the mouse to speak. "I wasn't expecting company," he chuckled as his daughter bounded over to him. "Hello, you. I brought this for you."
"Skypaw beat you to it," purred Tawnyfur, flicking her tail towards the apprentice. "We've already eaten."
"I'm sure these three would appreciate the mouse, however," Puddlefoot meowed, motioning to her kits. "And I think poor Sandpaw would be happy to have them distracted."
They glanced back at Sandpaw, who was still struggling under the weight of the three kits. "Oh, please spare me!" he chuckled. "It's too much!"
"Come on then, kits," Molewhisker purred. The three gray kits abandoned their punching bag at the prospect of food.
Sandpaw got to his feet. "Thanks," he chuckled, nodding to the brown warrior.
"Tigerheart told me to spread the news that we're leaving soon," Molewhisker meowed. "The sky's getting darker by the second."
Skypaw looked up and frowned. He was right. The Selection was quickly approaching. Something along the lines of fear churned in her belly, but Skypaw swallowed it down.
"Let's get out of here before these kits rob me of the rest of my fur," Sandpaw whispered in her ear.
She nodded, and the two apprentices bade fairwell to the queens and their kits before padding back into the camp. The warriors were all out now, sharing kills and grooming one another. Sandpaw caught sight of Pinefrost as he came towards them carrying a shrew.
"Don't bother," he told him. "I already brought one. Molewhisker's in there now."
Pinefrost purred and set the shrew down. "That's too bad," he chuckled. "I was hoping to see Robinpelt before the Selection. I've been so busy lately." He looked off towards the medicine cat's den. "Do you think Leopardclaw's had anything yet?"
"I haven't seen him," meowed Skypaw. "You ought to go check on him, in case he's knocked himself out with one of his experiments again."
The three cats purred at the joke. Leopardclaw, their medicine cat, used to be a very skilled warrior before Rubblefur, the previous medicine cat, had announced that he'd be taking him as an apprentice. It was unexpected and shocked Leopardclaw. When Rubblefur died, Leopardclaw was nervous for the first few moons before he settled into his new life. He often tried mixing herbs to come up with new cures for various illnesses. He managed to come up with a mixture of honey, poppy seeds, and catmint that saved the lives of Nightpaw and Ravenpaw when they became sick with an unknown disease as kits. His main issue was that he insisted on trying out his experiments on himself first. He often ended up knocking himself unconscious by accident.
"He sounded kinda sickly last time I spoke to him," meowed Pinefrost. "I think he's made himself ill on purpose again."
Skypaw rolled her eyes. The most annoying of Leopardclaw's faults was his strange need to make himself sick just to use his experimental cures.
"At least the only thing that's gone around lately was the cold," chuckled Sandpaw. "Imagine if Mother had greencough instead?"
"I'll go see what that crazy cat is up to," Pinefrost said. "See ya. Oh, and congrats, Dawnpaw. Tigerheart just told me you and your sister would be receiving your warrior names today."
Skypaw winced. "I'm Skypaw."
Pinefrost frowned and cast his gaze to the ground. "I-I'm sorry," he mumbled. "My bad."
He padded over, shrew in tow, and Sandpaw let out a hiss in his direction. "I really hate him," he hissed. "He's arrogant, foolish, annoying, clingy, loud-mouthed—"
Skypaw stopped him by tracing his mouth with her tail-tip. "Stop. I think he likes you. He's just worried about what you think of him, seeing as he's your mother's new mate. He's trying his best to be nice."
Sandpaw shrugged. "He could stop trying. That may make me like him more."
The tawny apprentice began walking back towards the apprentices' den when he froze, looking up at the Highrock where Longstar made his announcements. His eyes were locked on it.
"Sandpaw…?"
"One day, I'll be up there," he murmured. "All of a sudden I had this feeling when I looked at it that made me sure of it. I'll be the leader. I'll make ThunderClan great."
Skypaw purred. "I look forward to it, Sandstar."
Sandpaw smiled at her too. A spark flashed between them, and Skypaw felt a jolt race down her spine.
A split second later, the moment ended with a loud yowl.
"To me, cats of ThunderClan!"
It was Longstar, standing at his perch, black fur shining in the moonlight.
"I can't believe it's that late already," murmured Sandpaw. "It can't be."
Skypaw nodded slowly. There was no fighting it. In a few moments, she'd be marching to her first Selection.
StarClan help me.
Did you like it? Was it terrible? Can you predict what's going to happen? Please review! I don't mind if you point out grammatical errors! I welcome it as spell check and I are no longer on a speaking basis. I swear that the next chapter will go further in depth about the Selection, in case you're thinking, "What the hell is going on?"