"NO! Your supposed to be low enough that the enemy can't see you!" "That's not how Whitestorm did it! He told me himself!" "Just practice more, ok?"
"Fine!" I'll never get that move right. Deathpaw went to sleep, wondering how he could perfect the ThunderClan signature move, the Lightning Strike. He awoke in a forest. "Wa-what is this place?"
"Welcome to StarClan." Deathpaw turned to see a cat twice his size with amber eyes that shot his blood cold. "W-who- who are you?" Deathpaw was shaking so hard he almost couldn't get the words out. "I am Tigerstar, and you?" "I-I'm Deathpaw." Deathpaw stammered, shaking. "Well Deathpaw, is your mentor giving you a hard time?"
"Yes. He keeps saying I'm doing the Lightning Strike wrong." "You know I was born in ThunderClan, I can teach you that move."
"Will you?"
"Yes, but not now. Come see me tomorrow night, and I'll show it to you."
"Thanks Tigerstar!" And Deathpaw awoke.
AN: Yeah, I did that.