The first chapter is here!

"Come on Blackpaw!" called Sandstream, from her spot in the hollow log.

Blackpaw raced over to his mother, his sister Nightpaw was already there. "So, what are we doing today mother?"

"Yes! What are we doing today?" The gray she-cat was hopping up and down excitedly.

Sandstream chuckled, "Silverwing is going to teach you two how to hunt."

"Then we can learn how to fight?" asked Nightpaw excitedly.

Sandstream nodded, "Now," she looked around, "Where is that tom? SILVERWING!"

The silver tom hurried into the clearing, a vole and a thrush in his jaw. Silverwing went over to Sandstream and placed the fresh-kill in front of the she-cat. "I brought more food."

"Good job. Now take the kits and teach them how to hunt."

"Mother!" complained Blackpaw, "We aren't kits anymore! We're apprentices! Then we will become warriors!"

Sandstream chuckled, "Oh, I'm sorry. Now go on."

Silverwing led the two apprentices away into the dept of the forest. Sandstream crawled out of the log and stretched her legs. Her pale fur shone in the sunlight seeping through the trees. "Nightpaw looks just like you," whispered Sandstream, "And Blackpaw looks just like me." She set her green eyes on the vole and thrush and gulped both prey down. "Your revenge is coming together just fine."

Deeper within the trees Silverwing was sniffing the air. The two apprentices were waiting patiently next to the silver tom. "Do you smell anything?" asked Silverwing.

"I smell a squirrel," offered Nightpaw.

Blackpaw opened his mouth and let the scents rush onto his glands but he didn't smell any squirrel. "Where?" he asked.

"Up there," Nightpaw flicked her tail to a tree and sitting on a very high branch was a squirrel, watching them.

"Well!" purred Silverwing, "You have a really good sense of smell."

Nightpaw puffed her fur out proudly, "I know I do!"

"Now we better find some prey so you can show your mother how good your hunting skills are."

Flightwing

"Flightwing!" called Bramblepelt from the camp entrance.

"Coming!" Flightwing glanced at the three kits on her back, "Okay all of you off!"

"Awww!" complained Thornkit, "We want to play more!"

"Yeah!" agreed Skykit and Digkit.

Flightwing sent a pleading look at Silverstorm. The queen chuckled, "Come on kits. Flightwing has warrior duties to attend to."

"Yes mother." The three kits crawled off Flightwing, their tails drooping.

"Now I feel bad," commented Flightwing getting to her paws.

"Don't worry about it. The kits know you are warrior."

"But she's a special!" cried Skykit, "I want to be one when I grow up! Then I will be able to fly too!"

"I want to fly!" cried Digkit.

Flightwing left Silverstorm to care for her kits. She padded up to Bramblepelt, "What is it?" she asked the brown tom.

"Scareye put us on a hunting patrol with Brightclaw and Silentheart. Remember to get Owlpaw as well."

"Midmoon loved hunting patrols," said Flightwing softly.

"It wasn't your fault," reassured Bramblepelt.

"Yes it was!" cried Flightwing, "If I was able to find the catmint in time…she would still be alive!"

Bramblepelt licked her shoulder in reassurance, "Don't worry about it. Now go get Owlpaw."

Flightwing headed over to the apprentice den where Owlpaw was talking to his sister Birchpaw and Firepaw. "Come on Owlpaw. We're on a hunting patrol."

"Well see you," Owlpaw got to his paws, "Let's go." Flightwing led the way out of camp.

Owlpaw sent a smug look at his sister and friend. He was proud to be the apprentice of the special. It made him feel important. Bramblepelt and Brightclaw were in front of the patrol talking about something, while Silentheart Flightwing and Owlpaw were in the back.

"Do you mind hunting near the Treeclan border?" asked Brightclaw.

"No," said Flightwing quickly, "Let's hunt there."

Owlpaw shot a glance at his mentor. Her eyes were sparkling. He was annoyed. Owlpaw did know what had happened to her during that one moon but he didn't really trust her loyalty to her own clan. "I wonder," he thought, "If we got into a battle with Treeclan would she actually fight with us or against us?"

Brightclaw dropped into a hunting crouch and leaped into the air, coming down hard on a vole. "Well," he commented, burying it so they could pick it up later, "This leaf-fall may not be so bad."

"Don't get your hopes up," said Bramblepelt, "There are still many moons to get by."

"Don't have to spoil my fun," murmured Brightclaw.

"Do you scent anything?" Flightwing asked her apprentice.

Owlpaw shook his head, "No Flightwing."

Silentheart placed her tail on Flightwing's shoulder. That's what she did to get attention from any cat. "What is it?" Silentheart flicked her tail to the sky. Geese were flying overhead in their V-formation.

"Go ahead," ordered Bramblepelt, "That will definitely feed the apprentices and some warriors."

Owlpaw's mouth watered. Goose was a rare treat. He had eaten geese once before and had loved the taste ever since.

"Here I go!" Flightwing stretched open her wings. She flapped them and lifted into the air. She flew higher and higher, carefully to stay away from the geese for the time being. She flew above them and scanned the geese. She saw a goose flying near the back, which looked smaller than the rest. Flightwing folded her wings and dived. The goose didn't know what hit it as Flightwing clamped her jaw around its neck, her claws digging into its back. The geese around them scattered but Flightwing didn't care. She had one in her grip. The goose started panicking, flying its wings trying to get higher but Flightwing's weight pushed it down to the earth. The goose and Flightwing fell to the earth, the speed increasing by the second. A couple of seconds before impact Flightwing released the goose and opened her wings. Her wings caught air and she lifted upwards while the goose crashed into the ground. Flightwing landed next to it and spit feathers out of her mouth.

The hunting patrol raced to the spot where Flightwing was. "Good job!" purred Brightclaw, "I hope I get some today!"

Flightwing laughed, "Let's just leave it to Lilystar."

Owlpaw watched hungrily as Bramblepelt grabbed the goose's neck and Silentheart grabbed one of the goose's feet and they began dragging it back to camp. Flightwing laughed at her apprentice, "What? You hungry for some? Don't worry, I'll ask Lilystar if you can get some."

This was another reason Owlpaw liked having Flightwing as a mentor. He got special treatment. He followed the warriors back to camp.