Dapplepaw here, otherwise known as Dapple, with a new challenge!

Life is fragile

A red tabby tom with green eyes crouched down. He looked around and began to stalk. He quickly pounced and bit a squirrel's neck. He looked around. He had heard that Scarclan was starving. He trotted to the border and quickly waited for a patrol to come. Without the patrol seeing him, he lied the prey on the border and began walking away. Suddenly, he heard a growl. It was his mentor! Before him was a blue she-cat with gray stripes on her tail and blue eyes.

"Flamepaw, how dare you? You know that our clan must be fed first! I know you thought well but we need food too. I am taking you to Skystar. She might understand," she meowed and walked back to the camp with him right behind.

Flamepaw squeaked in fear as Skystar loomed over him.

"Flamepaw, you have gave prey to another clan. You should know better! You meant well but you should not done that," she meowed.

Flamepaw nodded.

"I understand," he meowed.

"You are on Elder's Duty for a moon," she meowed before he left.

It was the first day of work. Flamepaw was walking into the den when a silver tabby she-cat suddenly came beside of him.

"Hi Flamepaw, I hear you got into trouble," she meowed.

"Hi, Silverpaw. I did, but I am okay with it," he meowed.

Silverpaw was the prettiest apprentice in Forestclan. She smiled at him before running away. Flamepaw finally made it to the elder den.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?" said Hawktail, said a brown tabby elder tom with amber eyes.

"Sure," said Flamepaw.

"Once there was a young apprentice. His name was Nightpaw. He loved to hunt. One day he was hunting with his friends and his mentor when an Iceclan patrol attacked. They were out numbered but both clans called for more cats. After a long battle, many cats died. Most of Nightpaw's family had died. It was a bad time for his clan. He spread word to love life and live it the right way," the elder meowed.

"Thank you," Flamepaw meowed before leaving.

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Flamepaw was a warrior, Flamewing. Flamewing was out on a patrol when they smelled Scarclan. "Let's get them," said another warrior. "No, we can't waste lives. Don't hurt anyone," Flamewing meowed. The cats nodded. Even then, he still remembered the story.

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Silverheart and Flamewing lay in the nursery. "Let's name them Nightkit, Lightkit, Hawkkit, and Frostkit," he meowed.

Two moons later, Flamewing's kits sat in front of with large eyes. He smiled at his mate before laying down.

"Now, where was I?" he meowed.

"You were at the part when mom came up to you by the Elder den," Frostkit meowed.

"Okay, She smiled and I left. I went into the Elder den. Hawktail was in there and he asked if I wanted a story. I said okay. He began the story. 'Once there was a young apprentice. His name was Nightpaw. He loved to hunt. One day he was hunting with his friends and his mentor when an Iceclan patrol attacked. They were out numbered but both clans called for more cats. After a long battle, many cats died. Most of Nightpaw's family had died. It was a bad time for his clan. He spread word to love life and live it the right way.' Remember kits, Life is fragile so love life and live it to the fullest," he meowed to the four kits.

"Now, go play," he meowed. The four kits smiled at their father and ran out of the den. He could hear them telling everycat in the camp about the story. He smiled and fell asleep.

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