Blech... this chapter is SO short! Oh well, you'll have to deal with it, cause I couldn't think of anything better! Thanks to flareon200, Swiftpaw of WindClan, XStormcloudX, Whitestar, and XxXxSkyheartxXxX for reviewing!
DISCLAIMER: Too lazy to think of anything else... Don't own warriors.
"Whitepaw, you can do better than that!" Stonestar called, her tail twitching. It had been three moons since Whitepaw had found Light on MoonClan territory. Now, the tom was known as Lightwhisker. He was battling with Whitepaw at the moment, and Stonestar was watching.
I'll show her! Whitepaw thought angrily. She crouched down and immediately thought of Leafpaw and the first battle technique that he had taught her. She focused her eyes on Lightwhisker's right shoulder, seeing a large boulder just behind him on his left. Leaping, she grinned evilly when Lightwhisker dodged to the left. Whitepaw's paws battered Lightwhisker's back before she pushed off of him and landed on the boulder. Lightwhisker fell to the ground with a huff.
Whitepaw pushed off the boulder and rammed into Lightwhisker, battering him with sheathed paws. He tried to stand, but Whitepaw put a paw at his throat, grinning.
"Great job, Whitepaw, Lightwhisker!" Stonestar praised. Whitepaw stepped back and let Lightwhisker up.
"Wow, I've never seen anything like that!" Lightwhisker mewed, shaking his fur. Whitepaw grinned.
"So that means that I get first choice of fresh-kill tonight?" Whitepaw asked eagerly when Stonestar padded up.
"Sure. Make sure you take some to the elders after you've eaten," Stonestar mewed, and Whitepaw nodded, her long tail flicking back and forth.
"Let's head back to camp," Lightwhisker said, panting. Whitepaw realized that she too was exhausted. Stonestar nodded and the trio padded back to the cave.
Flowerfur and Fleetfoot sat by the fresh-kill pile, sharing prey. Whitepaw chuckled, Obviously they are happy!
"All cats that can catch their own prey gather here beneath the cave ledge for a clan meeting!" Stonestar's voice rang through the cavern. Whitepaw looked up, confused. Okay, I'm definitely not becoming a warrior yet.... then what?
"It is time to name a new warrior! Twigpaw, please step forward." Stonestar called, and her son obeyed.
"I call upon SkyClan to look down upon this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of the warrior code and I commend him as a warrior in SkyClan's favor. Twigpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code even at the cost of your life?" Whitepaw was sad that she wouldn't be a warrior for a while, but was happy for Twigpaw. He had been her friend when she wasn't with Leafpaw.
"I do," Twigpaw said steadily. Whitepaw admired the tom for staying so calm.
"Then I give you your warrior name. From this moment on, you shall be known as Twigclaw! Do your best to be a great warrior," Stonestar leaped down from the cave ledge and touched her nose to Twigclaw's head. He licked her shoulder respectfully.
"Twigclaw! Twigclaw! Twigclaw!" The clan called out, and Whitepaw joined in. Twigclaw grinned widely.
"You will sit in a silent vigil tonight. A senior warrior will tell you when you may leave your post," Stonestar mewed, her blue eyes ecstatic for her son.
"Congratulations, Twigclaw," Whitepaw mewed, padding up to her friend. He nodded solemnly.
"Your vigil hasn't started yet!" Whitepaw teased.
"Er.... right," Twigclaw mewed. Whitepaw laughed and padded up to the fresh kill pile She grabbed a large and plump thrush from the pile and dragged it to her normal spot. Taking a bite, she spit out the feathers and swallowed the meat gratefully.
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"Leafpaw? Are you here?" Whitepaw whispered, opening her mouth to scent the air. She barely caught a whiff of his scent before she was bowled over.
"Ha! I surprised ya, huh?" Leafpaw asked. Whitepaw sighed and pushed her brother off.
"Twigpaw was made an apprentice. He's Twigclaw now," Whitepaw informed Leafpaw.
"Cool! I'd tell you to congratulate him for me, but.. well we're not supposed to be meeting," Leafpaw mewed, rolling around in the leaves.
"What are you doing?!" Whitepaw asked.
"Hiding my scent," her brother said simply.
"Okay......" Whitepaw said. "What's new in DuskClan?"
"Well, Darkstar is strutting around like he rules the world. I think his mate is going to have kits," Leafpaw said, sitting up and licking his tawny-brown tail.
"Who's his mate?" Whitepaw asked, curious. She had always liked to know those type of things.
"A pretty tabby named Shiningpelt," Leafpaw said. "Hey, Whitepaw, have you ever thought about having kits one day?"
"Why, is there a she-cat that you like?" Whitepaw prodded Leafpaw's side with her paw. He snorted.
"No, I just figured that you liked Twigclaw! I mean, seriously! Every time you talk about him, it's like you admire him or something!" Leafpaw said.
"Hey! That's not very fair, you know. And, it's not like there are any other toms that are my age!" Whitepaw complained, turning her back on Leafpaw.
"Well, I just wondered! You always seem so interested in kits and such." Whitepaw laughed at Leafpaw's remark.
"Well, it's kind of fun to play with kits! I think they're cute, but I don't think that having kits would be very helpful when I'm doing all I can to be a good warrior," Whitepaw said.
"It is the duty of she-cats to have kits to make the clan strong, you know," Leafpaw pointed out.
Whitepaw leaped up, pelt bristling, "If you think that all we she-cats are good for is producing kits, then I'll teach you something!"
"Relax, Whitepaw!" Leafpaw mewed, standing as well.
"No, I will not relax! We can fight just as good as you toms can!" Whitepaw snarled. Leafpaw shrugged.
"I'm going back to DuskClan. If you're going to be defensive, then maybe you should have half a moon to calm down!" Leafpaw growled and raced across the border. Whitepaw hissed angrily and curled her tail around her paws.
"What was that all about?" Whitepaw spun around, her eyes wide, fearing the worst.
"L-Lightwhisker!" she exclaimed.