Alright, second chapter! Only this one I hope will get more reviews. I'm not going to write another chapter until I get some feedback (or some compliments?). Anyways, thanks for your support, glad your reading it. This one I hope will grab your attention a little more.

-Glitterpool

Blackspots darted torwards the RiverClan camp as fast as he could, Sniffkit safely clamped in his jaws. No way was he looking back- he was afraid it would be too difficult to tear his silver eyes away from the beautiful ThunderClan she-cat. Her golden eyes sparkled with everlasting glee, but behind them was an intelligence there, hidden just under her lids. An intelligence that she had just gotten to show him.

He had to remind himself to breathe. If only Goldentail was here to help me breathe again, he thought ruefully with a snort. Sniffkit cried out in surprise, but he ignored the small tabby she-kit. The young warrior's mind raced with thoughts of the beautiful ThunderClan cat. Her long white fur, the moonlight glinting off of it like the moonstone... Her namesake, the golden-brown tabby striped tail she carried ever-so-confidently around her, bristling out like pine needles, only a hundred times softer... And most of all, the look of utter concentration that twinkled in her eyes and weaved into the way she carried herself as she urged Sniffkit to breathe again... Oh, if only she was a RiverClan warrior!

No! Blackspots shouted at himself. He couldn't fall in love with a ThunderClan cat now, not with the war and all! His Clan needed him in this desperate time. Last time they invaded ThunderClan, they had three close calls and still more injuries. He couldn't let himself be slowed down by anything.

But his mind drifted back and forth between his Clan, and the cat who probably wouldn't even remember his name tomarrow.

Oh StarClan, help me!

The RiverClan camp was nestled in a large bed of reeds, surrounded by a large stream that could never be crossed without getting your paws wet. The island was small, but large enough to fit an entire Clan of swimming warriors. Blackspots stopped just in front of the camp and placed the tabby she-kit at his paws.

"Sniffkit, now, I want you to pay attention." He used the kind of voice he thought a mentor might use to an apprentice. Sniffkit's bright amber eyes immediately snapped to him. "Sniffkit," he began, "if anyone asks, that ThunderClan cat wasn't there, you hear? She never saved you because you never came close to drowning. Got it?" He gave her a stern look.

The smaller cat nodded hesitantly. "Y-yes, Blackspots." She glanced around nervously.

"You can ask questions," he assured her, knowing what she seemed to want.

Sniffkit nodded slowly. "I was just wondering..." her gaze shifted shyly to her paws, "why did you ask her name, if you weren't going to give it to the Clan?" Her eyes were back on him, curious, confused, and a little acusing.

Blackspots was slightly taken aback, but he didn't let it show. Instead, he replied, "You have to know who to trust, even in other Clans. In a life or death situation, that may be all you need. A name." He could tell she didn't get it, but before she could say so, he silenced her with a flick of his tail. "You'll understand one day, I promise you. Now swim on back to camp. I'm going to talk to Fishstar. There is something I need to ask him... about your apprenticeship." That brightened her eyes right up. With a nod, she turned and swam up to the island flawlessly.

Blackspots purred to himself. He followed her up as he thought of what he would say to Fishstar. He'd always wanted to be the mentor of the little kit, and her sixth moon was only days away! As soon as his paws hit level ground he was off to Fishstar's den, made in a small clump of reeds by the elders' den. Woven in the tangles were beautiful feathers, and along the edges were stones and shells, all things collected by Fishstar and the leaders before him. Blackspots let out a greeting call before slipping inside.

"Fishstar?" he called softly. The silver tabby lay silently in a bed of reeds, his blue eys narrowed into slits as he listened to his deputy fill him in on the dawn patrol's latest discovery. Blackspots could only hear glimpses of the ginger she-cat's words, but what he did hear surprised him.

"...so we think ThunderClan may be inactive at the moment." Appleleaf glanced up at him, her forest-green eyes filled with curiosity, while Fishstar remained motionless.

Finally the RiverClan leader dismissed his deputy and beckoned Blackspots with a flick of his tail. "Blackspots," he purred. "I think I know why you are here, and I think I will grant your request. I think it's time you got an apprentice, anyway."

Blackspots let out his breath with a whoosh. "Oh, thank you, Fishstar," he sighed gratefully. "I won't let you down- or Sniffkit either!" He bowed his head as deep as he could, until his nose skimmed the grassy floor. Embarassed, he brought his head back up.

Fishstar let out a purr of amusement. "I will hold the cerimony in two days. The full moon is tomarrow, remember, so you can tell all of your friends in WindClan and ShadowClan about your new apprentice." Fishstar had left out ThunderClan. Blackspots didn't remind him.

Blackspots almost bowed his head again, but caught himself and instead feined a short wave of his tail before he padded out of the den.

That night he fell asleep so excited, he dreamed of training his new apprentice. He took her out to the river to fish, and when she caught one, he looked up to see happy golden eyes staring back at him from the forest beyond the border.