A/N: I've had written this story a while ago and it's been sitting in my Google Docs forgotten until now, so here it is. No flames please, and I am fully aware that it's basically like Into the Wild but instead of Firepaw/heart's view it is in his sister's instead. The story is pretty much the same, but with some minor changes here and there since it's not in Firepaw/heart's point of view. So please R&R and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors, only my OC and the minor plot differences that I put in.

~Chapter One~

"Come on Flamekit catch it," Sandkit yowled as she tossed a mossball up high in the air. Flamekit looked up and launched herself into the air and caught the mossball in her jaws. She then fell gracefully back onto the ground.

"Nice catch Flamekit," Graykit meowed, his eyes wide with admiration and the other kits nodded in agreement.

Flamekit had been in Thunderclan for six moons now and she was already looking forward to becoming an apprentice. She knew it was going to be any day now and was hoping that she'd be able to be a medicine cat apprentice. Suddenly she saw Bluestar walk out from behind the lichen curtain that covered her den entrance and leap up onto the Highrock.

"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting," the ThunderClan leader yowled, her voice ringing loud and clear through the clearing.

Flamekit looked over at the others with excitement and started to walk forward with the others close behind her, quickly ending their game. They soon took their places beside the Highrock as Bluestar started to speak.

"Cats of ThunderClan," Bluestar began, "we are here for one of the most important ceremonies in the life of any Clan, the making of new apprentices. Dustkit, Sandkit, Flamekit and Graykit have reached their sixth moon, and it is time to begin their training." The ThunderClan leader then flicked her tail towards Dustkit, urging him forward.

"From this moment on until he has received his warrior name, he shall be known as Dustpaw. Your mentor will be Redtail," the deputy now walked forward to stand by his new apprentice, "Redtail, you are ready for another apprentice and I hope you pass on everything you know to Dustpaw." He then leaned towards him and touched noses with him before leading the new apprentice away, as Bluestar turned to Sandkit.

"Sandpaw, your mentor will be Whitestorm," the snow-white warrior then walked forward to stand by the new apprentice, "Whitestorm, you are a wise warrior and you have a lot of experience. I hope you pass on everything you know onto young Sandpaw." Whitestorm nodded then before touching noses with the new apprentice and led her away, now Bluestar turned to Graykit.

"From this moment on until he has received his warrior name, he shall be known as Graypaw. Your mentor will be Lionheart," the golden warrior stepped forward then, "Lionheart, you have shown yourself to be wise and highly intelligent, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Graypaw." He nodded and touched noses with the eager apprentice before leading him over to the other new apprentices and mentors.

Bluestar now flicked her tail over to Spottedleaf, the ThunderClan medicine cat, who walked forward to stand at the base of the Highrock before turning to face the rest of the Clan and started to speak.

"Cats of ThunderClan, as you know, I will not be around forever. So it's time I took an apprentice. I have chosen a cat who has shown great compassion and wisdom beyond their years. Your new medicine cat will be Flamepaw." She announced clearly, her eyes flicking over to the young she-cat before turning to Bluestar.

"Flamepaw, do you accept the post of apprentice to Spottedleaf?" she meowed looking down at her.

"I do," Flamepaw replied bowing her head towards her leader.

"Then at the half-moon, you must travel to the Moonstone to be accepted by StarClan before the other medicine cats," Spottedleaf mewed to her and Flamepaw nodded.

"The good wishes of ThunderClan will go with you," Bluestar replied, her voice ringing around the clearing.

Flamepaw then stood up and walked over to her mentor and touched noses with her, happy to finally start training to be a medicine cat.

It had been two moons now since she became a medicine cat apprentice and Flamepaw had found that she quite enjoyed it. She liked being able to help her clanmates and was proud to be their next medicine cat. Right now, Flamepaw was grooming herself near the entrance to the medicine den.

She was almost finished when Lionheart suddenly pushed his way through the gorse tunnel with a handsome ginger tom behind him with Whitestorm appearing right behind them. Flamepaw immediately froze and gaped at the kittypet in shock before snapping her jaws shut. It was her brother. Rusty.

She watched then as her brother turned back to Lionheart to ask a question. She quickly started to approach them and heard Whitestorm speaking, "Clan cats always spend time grooming each other and sharing the news of the day," he told him. "We call it sharing tongues. It is a custom that binds the members of the Clan together."

Flamepaw was soon standing right in front of them and bowed her head in respect to the senior warriors. "Lionheart. Whitestorm."

The two warriors nodded towards her and Lionheart turned to Rusty, "This is Flamepaw. She's the medicine cat apprentice." She turned her head to look at her brother then.

"Hello Rusty," she meowed and saw him staring at her in shock and amazement.

"Ginger? I mean Flamepaw?" he spluttered.

"It's me," she purred and touched her nose with his in greeting.

"How did you end up here?" he asked in confusion.

"I'll tell you later," Flamepaw promised. She then turned to Lionheart and Whitestorm, "You can return to the tour," she mewed and they nodded.

"Over there," meowed Lionheart, flicking his tail towards a familiar impenetrable-looking tangle of brambles, "is the nursery where the kits are cared for." Flamepaw watched then as her brother swiveled his ears towards the bushes and she turned her gaze back to the nursery to see Goldenflower, one of the queens, squirm out.

Then Brindleface appeared and the two she-cats exchanged a friendly lick between the ears before slipping inside the nursery.

"The care of are kits is shared by all of the queens," meowed Lionheart. "All cats serve the Clan. Loyalty to the Clan is the first law in our warrior code, a lesson you must learn quickly if you wish to stay with us."

"Here comes Bluestar," meowed Whitestorm, sniffing the air.

Flamepaw turned her head then as Bluestar appeared from the shadow of the Highrock and saw from the corner of her eye that her brother had sniffed the air and looked pleased with himself before Bluestar had even appeared.

"He came," Bluestar purred, addressing the warriors.

"Whitestorm replied, "Lionheart was convinced he would not."

Flamepaw rolled her eyes at this and saw Bluestar's tail tip twitch impatiently. "Well, what do you think of him?" she asked.

"He kept up well on the return journey, despite his puny size," Whitestorm admitted. "He certainly seems strong for a kittypet."

"So it is agreed?" Bluestar looked at Lionheart and Whitestorm.

Both cats nodded.

"Then I shall announce his arrival to the Clan." Bluestar leaped up onto the Highrock and yowled, "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a Clan meeting."

Flamepaw looked at her brother then for a moment and meowed, "We'll talk afterward. Okay Rusty?" She looked at him and he nodded and she quickly walked forward to find a seat, as her clanmates started to take their seats and look expectantly up at the ThunderClan leader.

"Hey Flamepaw come sit with me," Longtail called and she quickly took the space beside him and sat down as Bluestar started to speak.

When everyone was still, Bluestar spoke. "ThunderClan needs more warriors," she began. "Never before have we had so few apprentices in training. It has been decided that ThunderClan will take in an outsider to train as a warrior…."

Indignant mutterings erupted amongst her fellow clanmates, but Bluestar silenced them with a firm yowl. "I have found a cat who is willing to become an apprentice of ThunderClan."

"Lucky to become an apprentice," Longtail caterwauled and was standing up and glaring defiantly at their leader.

"Great StarClan Longtail sit down," she hissed in his ear.

Bluestar simply ignored him and addressed the Clan once more. "Lionheart and Whitestorm have met this young cat, and they agree with me that we should train him with the other apprentices."

Flamepaw now looked behind her at Rusty amongst the rest of her clanmates. There was a moment of silence and she found that she could smell his fear scent.

Now there was a deafening crescendo of caterwauling throughout the Clan.

"Where does he come from?"

"Which Clan does he belong to?"

"What a strange scent he carries! That's not the scent of any Clan I know!"

Suddenly Longtail's yowl sounded above the others. "Look at his collar! He's a kittypet!" She turned her gaze over to him then. "Once a kittypet, always a kittypet. This Clan needs wildborn warriors to defend it, not another soft mouth to feed."

"Longtail! Enough!" she snapped out angrily, her fur bristling. Of course knowing Longtail he didn't know when to quit.

"Your collar is the mark of the Twolegs, and that jingling will make you a poor hunter at best. At worst, it will bring the Twolegs into our territory, looking for the poor lost kittypet who fills the woods with his pitiful tinkling."

The entire Clan howled in agreement, but Flamepaw remained silent her fur bristling with contained rage at how they were treating her brother.

Longtail went on, "The noise of your treacherous bell will alert our enemies, even if your Twoleg stench doesn't!"

Flamepaw turned her gaze onto her brother then. Rusty flattened his ears, narrowed his eyes and, hissing, leaped through her startled clanmates to fling himself onto Longtail. The moment he did she was quick to leap away, knowing what was coming next.

Longtail was completely unprepared for her brother's attack. He staggered sideways and lost his footing. She watched with terror then as, Rusty dug his claws deep into the young warrior's tabby fur and sank in his teeth. The two of them were locked in a screaming, writhing tussle that flipped and somersaulted around the clearing at the heart of the camp. Everyone had to spring out of the way to avoid the screeching whirlwind of fur.

Flamepaw watched silently, fearing for her brother, as her clanmates wailed with excitement. Then Longtail took Rusty's collar in between his teeth and was tugging and she could tell that he was tugging hard. She stared in horror then as her brother struggled and she could see from his movements that he was panicking. He writhed and twisted, and Flamepaw could see that by struggling that it was making his collar tighten even more around his throat. She watched then as he was retching and gulping for air and trying to pull away from Longtail's grip. Suddenly, she heard a loud snap and then her brother was free.

She watched then as Longtail tumbled away from him and Rusty scrambled to his paws, looking around. Flamepaw looked at Longtail then and saw that he was crouching three tail-lengths away with her brother's collar, now mangled and broken, dangling from his jaws.

At once, Bluestar leaped down from the Highrock and let out a thunderous caterwaul, which automatically silenced the Clan. She turned back to the two toms then and saw that they remained fixed to the spot, gasping for breath. She could see clumps of fur hanging from their ruffled coats. Flamepaw was quick to look at Rusty and saw a cut above his eye before turning to Longtail and saw that his ear was badly torn. She could see blood dripping down his lean shoulders onto the dusty ground. She could see it in their eyes as they stared at each other, that their hostility was not yet spent.

Bluestar stepped forward then and took the collar from Longtail. She placed it on the ground in front of her and meowed, "The newcomer has lost his Twoleg collar in a battle for his honor. Starclan has spoken its approval—this cat has been released from the hold of its Twoleg owners, and is free to join Thunderclan as an apprentice."

Flamepaw turned to look at Rusty then as he solemnly nodded his acceptance. She watched then as he stood up and stepped forward into a shaft of sunlight. The pool of light blazed bright on his orange pelt, making his fur glow. She stared at him then in utter amazement for his coat now looked like a brand of fire as he stood there. Suddenly her eyes glazed over and she saw her brother, now standing full grown on top of the Highrock in the sunlight with his fiery pelt glowing. His eyes were also glowing with green fire and she suddenly heard a voice speaking to her in a soft voice that she recognized as Bluestar's. "Fire alone can save the Clan… You will be a great leader. One of the greatest the forest has ever known. You will have the warmth of fire to protect your Clan and the fierceness of fire to defend it. You will be Firestar, the light of ThunderClan."

Then as quickly as the vision came it was gone. Flamepaw shook her head from side to side, trying to rid of herself of what she saw. She caught sight of Rusty then who had lifted his head proudly and looked at the cats that surrounded him. She was relieved when no one argued or jeered this time. At this moment, she knew he had proven himself to be a worthy opponent in battle.

Flamepaw watched silently then as Bluestar approached her brother and placed the shredded collar on the ground in front of him. She touched his ear gently with her nose and Flamepaw was close enough to listen. "You look like a brand of fire in this sunlight," she murmured. She saw her leader's eyes flash briefly and Flamepaw knew she was remembering the prophecy that her mentor, Spottedleaf, had a couple of moons ago. "You have fought well." Then she turned to the Clan and announced, "From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Firepaw, in honor of his flame-colored coat."

She stepped back and, with the others waited silently for his next move. Flamepaw watched then as her brother, without hesitating, turned and kicked dust and grass over his collar as if burying his dirt.

She looked over at Longtail then as he growled and limped over to her. She stepped forward then and sniffed his pelt thoroughly to make sure there wasn't any other serious injuries, before jerking her head towards him to follow her, she led him out of the clearing towards the medicine den. From the corner of her eye she saw the Clan split into groups, murmuring to each other excitedly.

She led the way inside then and turned to Spottedleaf. "Spottedleaf? Longtail here needs something for his wounds," she mewed carefully as her mentor looked up from sorting out herbs.

"Alright," she replied before turning to Longtail. "Where are you hurt?"

"My ear," Longtail muttered and the medicine cat nodded before turning back to her with gleaming amber eyes.

"Flamepaw what do we use to stop bleeding?" she prompted.

"Cobwebs," she meowed and Spottedleaf nodded.

"Right," the medicine cat purred. "What about infection?"

Flamepaw immediately lifted her head proudly, "Marigold."

Spottedleaf nodded, "Well done. Now go get them," she commanded.

Flamepaw then quickly ran over to the herb store and carefully wrapped some cobwebs around her paw before grabbing a leaf wrap filled with marigold. She then turned and padded back over to Longtail and Spottedleaf. "Here they are, Spottedleaf," she murmured and sat down the leaf wrap at her mentor's paws and held out her paw with the cobwebs attached to it.

Spottedleaf shook her head, "No Flamepaw I'm not treating him," she replied in amusement, "you are."

Flamepaw stared at the medicine cat in surprise before nodding slowly and taking her place beside Longtail. "This might sting a little bit," she meowed and carefully wrapped the cobwebs around his ear and the bleeding stopped almost immediately. The young warrior winced slightly but didn't say anything. She now bent forward and started to chew the marigold leaves into a poultice before spitting it out onto her paw and gently rubbed it into his injured torn ear.

"That should do it," she replied, "make sure you come back tomorrow so we can change the dressing and make sure infection doesn't set in."

The warrior nodded and soon turned and walked out of the medicine den. Before she could ask Spottedleaf if she did okay, she heard a warning yowl and recognized it coming from Smallear. Flamepaw then quickly ran out of the medicine den and appeared at the fern tunnel and looked out curiously.

She looked around and saw Ravenpaw crash through the bushes and into the camp. She heard Graypaw gasp, "That's Ravenpaw! Why is he alone? Where's Tigerclaw?"

Flamepaw looked at the young cat who was staggering across the clearing. He was panting heavily. His coat was ruffled and dusty, and his eyes were wild with fear. She quickly ran over to her brother and Graypaw as Firepaw turned to Graypaw and whispered, "Who are Ravenpaw and Tigerclaw?" as several other cats ran to greet the skinny black apprentice.

"Ravenpaw's an apprentice. Tigerclaw's his mentor," Graypaw explained quickly. "Ravenpaw went out with Tigerclaw and Redtail at sunrise on a mission against Riverclan, the lucky furball!"

"Redtail?" Firepaw echoed and Flamepaw could tell he was getting confused.

"Bluestar's deputy," hissed Graypaw. "But why on earth has Ravenpaw come back alone?" he added to himself. She turned to listen then as Bluestar stepped forward.

"Ravenpaw?" The she-cat spoke calmly, but a look of worry clouded her blue eyes. The rest of her clanmates drew back, curling their lips with anxiety.

"What happened?" Bluestar jumped onto the Highrock and looked down at the trembling cat. "Speak Ravenpaw!"

Flamepaw turned back to the small apprentice and saw that he was still struggling for breath, and his sides heaved fitfully while the dust around him turned red with blood, but still he managed to scramble up onto the Highrock and stand beside Bluestar. He turned to the crowd of eager faces that surrounded him, and summoned enough breath to declare, "Redtail is dead!"