Bubblekit curled up into a ball at an attempt to keep warm. It was freezing cold in the forest, and a snow blizzard raged all around. She couldn't see two mouse-lengths in front of her own nose.
Suddenly, something picked her up. Please, oh please, let it not be a fox or badger! As she was carried away, she realized it was a cat. They brushed through things, probably trees and undergrowth, until they came to a clearing. The strong cat placed her gently onto the ground. "This is your home, little one. You are a RiverClan cat."
Then, two other kits and their mother came to greet her. "And this is your mother."
Bubblepaw woke to the warm sun shining in through the entrance to the apprentice's den. She stood up and stretched, yawning loudly. Her fellow apprentice, Sheeppaw, woke up as well.
"Good morning, Bubblepaw," she meowed.
"Good morning, Sheeppaw," Bubblepaw replied with a smile. She walked out to see her mentor, Dreamfur, giving orders for the dawn patrol. When he was finished, she ran over to him. "Can we go hunting today, Dreamfur?"
"Sure. We'll ask Vixenfur and Nightpaw if they want to come, too." He replied, acting cool when he said Vixenfur's name.
"If we want to come where?" a voice from behind Dreamfur said. Bubblepaw's nose told her that it was Vixenfur. "If you want to come hunting with Dreamfur and I," Bubblepaw offered, stepping around the frozen deputy.
Vixenfur's ears flicked quickly to Dreamfur, then back to the front. "Sure, we'll come. Nightpaw, go drop off that moss you found at the elder's den; Lightpaw will settle it in." Nightpaw dashed off to the elder's den at his mentor's request, only to come back a moment later.
"Done," he announced. Nightpaw was Bubblepaw's brother. Mistypaw was her sister, Goldenclaw her mother and Lionfoot her father. They were the closest family in RiverClan. What Bubblepaw thought was odd, though, was that she looked nothing like them…
"Bubblepaw! Hurry up, now!" Dreamfur's voice called to her, jerking her out of her thoughts. "Coming!" she called back, racing to catch up with them.
Roaming the forest, Bubblepaw could smell a mouse. She quickly lowered herself into the hunter's crouch, stalking her prey like a pro. Then she leaped, killing the mouse with a swift paw. She buried it, leaving it to get later. As she walked back to her mentor. He was silent looking in the opposite direction of Vixenfur. Vixenfur was doing the same. When Bubblepaw looked closer, she could see that they were blushing. She rolled her eyes. What a pathetic attempt at keeping it a secret!
She made eye contact with Nightpaw, who understood immediately. They both took in a huge breath of air, yelling, "VIXENFUUURRR LOVES DREAMFUURR! DREAMFUURRR LOVES VIXENFUUURRR!" They broke down into laughter as their mentors looked at each other, then to their apprentices, gaping. Their fur was beet red. "Why you little…!" they meowed at the same time. Then they looked at one another again.
"T-training session over! Let's go back to camp!" Dreamfur stammered. Nightpaw and Bubblepaw exchanged playful glances as they walked back to camp.
"Bubblepaw…Bubblepaw, wake up!" Runningpaw prodded her side.
She rose her head. "Nn?"
Runningpaw beamed at her. "Guess what?" he asked. Not giving time for an answer, he continued. "We were chosen to go to the Gathering!"
This woke her up. "Really?"
"Totally!" he continued to smile. Awesome! Bubblepaw thought happily. My first Gathering! How exciting!
This is my second fan fiction. Please read and review, and sorry it took so long to post Chapter One!