Chapter 4

Don't regret actions to save others' life's.

I made a big mistake in Chapter 3. In the parts where it says Sparrowsong it's actually Stoneclaw...I think that's his name. Whatever, it's Moonpaw's mentor.


Skypaw had heard about his sister's success in beating a fully trained apprentice almost a warrior.

"Congrats." he told his sister at camp.

"Oh...thanks. I'm getting a lot of attention now!" Moonpaw purred then padded off.

"I would've said congratulations with you but she probably wouldn't listen." Nightpaw murmured behind his brother. Skypaw glanced at him.

"You can't blame her! Now you're probably acting all goody-good because the leader is your mentor!" He hissed and Nighpaw shrank away.

"You can't blame me! Just because..." he then stormed away. Skypaw gave a "hmph" then padded to the apprentice's den and fell into a deep sleep

Nightpaw woke up the next dawn and saw his littermates were still asleep. He padded outside to greet his mentor. His first days of training were good, excluding his littermates' rudeness. He yawned and stretched then was padding to get a piece of fresh-kill. Sparrowsong came up behind him.

"Nope. No time for eating even a whisker. You and me are on the dawn patrol." Sparrowsong said sternly then added:

"Good timing on waking up." Nightpaw nodded a thanks then head off with the rest of the patrol. At the border The patrol stopped.

"What do you smell Nightpaw?" A warrior of the name Foxburrow asked him. Nightpaw sniffed the air and took in the smell.

"A faint trace of fox, stale Thunderclan and..." there was a scent he could not recognize but randomly said:

"Windclan!" Sparrowsong cocked her head to the side.

"Huh? You don't know how Windclan smells do you?" she asked parting her jaw. Foxburrow did the same then tensed.

"Though he's right! And it's fresh! I reckon they stopped by here heartbeats ago!" Then Sparrowsong heard chatting in the distance.

"Our territory is supportable, but there's not enough prey. Leafbare is coming soon and we have no prey at all! Only Hazelpaw found a scrawny mouse, and that was barely enough to feed an elder. Good thing we've decided to hunt in-" The conversation stopped.

"Do you smell that?" A cat whispered.

"Thunderclan!" one yowled.

"Run for it or they'll catch us!" But before the patrol could even take a kit step forward, the Thunderclan patrol leaped forward. A Windclan tom faced him.

"What do you think your doing?" hissed Foxburrow. An apprentice stood up to him.

"You've crossed the border, get back to your side!" Nightpaw stalked forward.

"We have a right, you know. You crossed our border!" The Windclan patrol backed down

"We're not leaving without a fight!" The Windclan cats said.