Authors Note: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE HERE.

Chapter
II

Poolpaw woke up refreshed that morning, despite running away in the middle of the night. He scanned the apprentices den to see which cats were up yet. Jawpaw, obviously, was already up, and had left the den and was probably still waiting for his mentor, Wetclaw to arrive. Jawpaw had always been a fierce, serious, totally un-playful cat. Poolpaw had sometimes wondered what made him that way. It couldn't have been his mentor. Wetclaw had always been a kind, loyal tom, and never before had he ordered Jawpaw around too much.

His thoughts were interrupted as he was tackled by a golden tabby, which he instantly identified by the voice and smell of the cat.

"Drippaw!" he mewed playfully.

They rolled along the mossy floor for half a second, until they collided with a very confused Lightpaw.

"Ow!" the white tabby hissed trying to get out from underneath the two cats. "Watch where your going, guys!" he laughed.

Drippaw scrambled off Poolpaw, letting him able to climb off. After that, Lightpaw was finally able to get off.

A tall, black and white tabby entered the den and scanned the area until he found who he was looking for. "Lightpaw," he said. "It is time for training."

"Yes, Duskwind," Lightpaw meowed with a respectful nod. He turned to look at Poolpaw and Drippaw. "See you later!"

The two tabbies flicked their tails goodbye as Lightpaw left.

"Lucky you two," a voice said from the corner of the den. The cats turned their attention to the tortoiseshell she-cat who was currently cleaning herself. "Gathering on your third day."

Poolpaw tilted his head to one side. "What was that, Aquapaw?" he asked.

"You're going to a Gathering on your third day as an apprentice," Aquapaw replied. "Don't want to sound like an elder, but... Back in my day, new apprentices never went to Gatherings."

Drippaw rolled his eyes. "Excuse me," he said taking a step forward. "It's a learning experiment. Riverstar wants to see how young... younger apprentices react to the Clans' discussions."

"Trust me," Aquapaw mewed. "Those other Clan cats can say some foul things." she stood up completely. "Especially LeafClan." she added with a sinister look in her dark blue eyes.

Poolpaw shrugged, but before he could say anything, a large black tom walked into the den.

"Drippaw!" he said angrily. "What are you doing? You were supposed to meet me at the RainClan entrance!"

Drippaw lowered his head. "I'm sorry, Dropcloud."

Dropcloud flicked his tail in a sympathetic way. Then he turned to Poolpaw. "Watercoat is out for a patrol," he said. "So I'm going to be training you for the day."

Poolpaw and Drippaw exchanged excited looks.

"Well, have fun." Aquapaw said as they raced out of the den.

"The rain is very quiet this morning, meaning it will hardly muffle your footsteps as you sneak up on prey," Dropcloud explained as they patted across the campgrounds. "Now is this good, or bad?"

Poolpaw nearly blurted out "bad", but decided to think for a moment.

"Well, it could be bad while hunting..." he meowed thoughtfully.

"But you should try to practice your hunting without the rain as much as you can," Drippaw continued. "If not, you won't learn how to hunt prey proper. And when you try sneaking up on an enemy or prey without the rain muffling your footsteps, you would likely make a racket and scare away your prey or, if you were sneaking up on an enemy cat, spoil your cover which could lead to you loosing the battle."

Dropcloud seemed impressed. "Very good, Drippaw," he meowed approvingly. "You do not want to grow to be a warrior and not learn how to sneak properly."

"I betcha even the other Clans will be surprised when I tell them that strategytomorrow." Drippaw beamed.

"Now, now, Drippaw," Dropcloud said. "Don't get too ahead of yourself. And do not tell the other Clans' strategies for hunting and battling."

Drippaw nodded.

"Come," Dropcloud meowed flicking his tail and continuing walking. "Let us hunt."