Well, here's chapter one for Blue Moon Eternal, or BME. I worked for around 45 minutes to an hour on this, so I hope it's good! This chapter is about Willowkit of ShadowClan. She's a disabled character, I won't tell you what her issue is yet, you'll just have to read to find out! Well, I hope you enjoy~!

Chapter One

A light breeze ruffled Willowkit's fur, and she closed her eyes. The rustling of the leaves murmured on the wind, and the cicada's casual chirp didn't startle her. Willowkit had been born deaf, and Pinestar didn't know if she could become a warrior because of it.

She always wanted to be a warrior, but it was impossible. The scents that were carried through the air were her hearing. She couldn't hear a mouse scampering lightly across the dry undergrowth, she wasn't able to hear a cat coming up behind her, but she could smell them.

Her brother, Foxkit, was talking, his mouth was moving. She was pretty good at reading lips, so she pieced together what he was saying. 'Mama, I heard that Ambergaze is going to move into the nursery soon, is that true?'

'Yes, she is!' Moonlight purred. 'Soon you and your sister will have new playmates!'

'Well, I will. Willowkit won't! She talks really weird, and she can't hear. That'll make it impossible for her to join in. She can't hear what the groups going to do!' Foxkit hissed.

'Don't be so mean to your sister!' Moonlight hissed.

They continued talking, but Willowkit didn't want to see what they were saying. "I'm going out," she mewed, not caring what it would sound like. If she really focused, her words would come out sounding relatively normal.

Outside, even though the sky was barely outlined with the pink and gray lights of dawn, it was still warm. Humid too. Blacknight, Nettlepaw, and Spiderfang were leading the dawn patrol.

Blacknight was a nice tom, and he was an experienced mentor. Nettlepaw was quiet, and timid, he didn't like to be wrong, so he was very focused.

Spiderfang on the other hand was a handful. He had a sharp tongue, and didn't like cats that didn't know what they were doing, especially not a deaf kit.

Redhawk and Webshine were going out on a hunting patrol, which left Coldshadow and Ambergaze as the only warriors left in camp, Ambergaze on guard.

Pinestar appeared from the mouth of his den, and saw Willowkit. He took three leaps down the rock pathway, and walked over to her. "Hi Willowkit, how are you today?" he asked.

Making sure her pronunciations were correct, she mewed, "Fine, thank-you."

"So you do understand," he murmured, and under his breath he added, "now to find where to put you in the clan."

Willowkit felt like snapping, 'I can be a warrior!' But that didn't seem quite right.

"Anyways, you're five and a half moons, correct?" Pinestar questioned.

"Yes," Willowkit meowed, limiting her responses back to one-word phrases.

"Alright, Nettlepaw's assessment is going to be in a quarter moon, so we can make you and Foxkit apprentices then," he mewed, half to himself, half to Willowkit. His stare focused on Willowkit, and mewed to her, "Excuse me, could you fetch your mother for me? I need to talk to her about your mentors."

Willowkit nodded, and bounded across the clearing to the nursery. She poked her head inside, and meowed, "Mom, Pinestar wants to see you."

Moonlight looked up and nodded, mouthing slowly, 'Okay.'

Willowkit sighed; her mother had only ever seen her as a poor disabled kit. She had been so capable, and although unable to hear what was going on around her, she could smell what was coming from a far way away.

She backed up to let her mother get through. Moonlight's fluffy light gray tabby fur shone brightly. That was one thing Willowkit always hoped she'd get when she grew up, a gorgeous coat.

There weren't many cats in camp, so any future mates would probably be Nettlepaw, or a kit from Ambergaze's litter, if there were any toms. But in Moonlight's perspective, no cat will ever love me.

Willowkit purred as the sun finally peeked over the pine tree curtain that sheltered the camp. The birds chirped, and sang their beautiful melodies of love, if only Willowkit could hear what they were singing about.

She flicked her ears forward, and saw that Vineclaw was coming out of her rocky den. In ShadowClan's camp, the deputy had her own den. Willowkit wasn't sure if it was for space issues, or if Vineclaw just didn't want to sleep with the others.

Vineclaw leapt forward to see Coldshadow. The two were siblings, very close. Willowkit padded over to the nettle patch, and sat down. A beetle popped out from between the fallen orange and brown nettles.

It was bright green with red eyes. Willowkit squeaked and laughed. She hopped on top of it, and tossed it up into the air. It landed on its back and buzzed around, trying to right itself back up.

"Poor guy," Willowkit sympathized and flipped it back over. The bug looked up at her before lifting up its green outer shell exposing its amber wings. It flew off into the pine trees. "Bye!"

She scuffed around in the bracken some more. She was very close with nature because her own brother didn't think she was any fun to play with. "Hey Willowkit," Applepaw meowed, and poked the kit on the side.

Willowkit looked up, and fell silent again. She sat up, and shook her coat of the dirt. "Hello."

"Do. You. Want. Me. To. Take. You. Around. Camp?" Applepaw asked, over exaggerating the mouthing of the words.

"Sure!" Willowkit agreed. "You don't have to do that."

"Do. What?" Applepaw asked, tilting her head to one side.

"Pronounce the words. I can read your words," Willowkit answered. She gave her tail tip an anxious twitch, wanting to get moving.

"Alright! Follow me!" Applepaw purred, and the two trotted forward at a steady pace. She stopped at a large yew bush, and ducked her head inside quickly. "The warrior's den."

The den smelled of sour crowfood on the outside, but of sweet moss on the inside. The size of the den was also remarkably large for there only being seven warriors that slept in it.

They next toured the hollow stump that made up the apprentice's den; hopefully she would be staying there in a few moons. The inside was said to be toasty warm in the midst of winter, yet a hole in the top let it be cool and breezy during the summer.

Willowkit already knew about the bramble patch that was the nursery, she had been living in it for the past five and a half moons of her life.

The elder's den was next, and it was very unique. A fungus-encrusted stone slab had fallen against a hardy pile of trees. Underneath the curtain of lichen laid a perfect heaven for the two clan elders, Oddfoot and Scarletleaf.

A steep hill led up to the leader's den. On top of the hill was a dark cave that was hidden by perfectly woven bramble screens, and a small amount of lichen.

As the base of the hill, tucked back to the side, was the medicine cat's den. Their kind-hearted medicine cat, Nightwhisker, lived there. He was the third sibling to Vineclaw and Coldshadow.

Vineclaw and Coldshadow were very ambitious cats that wanted nothing more than to serve their clan to the utmost ability possible. With Pinestar on his last life, Vineclaw would be leader soon, and she would probably choose Coldshadow as her deputy.

Nightwhisker, though, was also ambitious, but in a separate way. He saw his job as fighting the sicknesses in order to keep his clan healthy. He was in need of an apprentice, and Willowkit feared that Pinestar would make her be his apprentice.

"Thanks for the tour," Willowkit smiled, and Applepaw nodded, and walked off. She sighed, and flopped down on the ground where she sat. A frog landed in front of her paws, and she looked up, mystified, to see Redhawk standing above her.

"R-redhawk?" she stuttered. She ducked shrank down but still looked at him incase he spoke.

"You looked lonely, I thought I could join you for a meal," he mewed earnestly.

"Oh. Thank-you," Willowkit answered shyly, embarrassed. She pealed the spongy yellow skin off of the frog, and let the senior warrior take the first bite. It was common courtesy to let the senior cat to have first bite.

Redhawk yawned, and let Willowkit take a bite. His eyes were on the small kit. He was wondering what it would be like to be deaf. Ever since the clan found out she was deaf, Redhawk had taken a certain interest in the kit.

She fascinated him. It was the way that she could respond to a warrior when they talked to her, even though she couldn't hear what they said.

"Do you know who your mentor's going to be?" Redhawk asked Willowkit.

"No," she meowed. "I think Pinestar might make me be a medicine cat apprentice."

She sighed and looked down at her paws.

The strings in Redhawk's heart were being strung and played in a sad melody. He felt so bad for her, and wanted to help. "I know!" He sprang up on his paws, and suddenly darted off.

Willowkit saw the movement, and rested her head on her paws. She didn't want to know why he did that. She'd probably find out sooner or later.

She buried the prey bones and closed her eyes. As the sun rose in the sky, shade fell over the place where she was dozing off. For the second time that day, a paw poked her in the side.

Willowkit yawned lazily, and saw it was Redhawk standing there again. "I've got news!" he mewed happily.

Blinking herself into full awareness, she nodded. "What?"

"I'm gonna be your mentor~!" He cheered.

"My mentor? You mean I'm going to train to be a warrior?" Willowkit asked, astounded.

"Yes, exactly," Redhawk nodded.

Willowkit felt lightheaded for a moment, and at top speed, pelted out of camp to the nearby stream. "Willowkit…?" Redhawk called after her, but she didn't hear it.

She knew that the decision to run was rash, but she didn't care. From the moment that Willowkit knew that she'd never be a full warrior, she had been focusing on being able to be all right with becoming a medicine cat.

Now that Redhawk was going to be her mentor, she was happier than ever. She squealed, and pushed off with her front legs so she was teetering back and forth on her hindlegs.

She unsheathed her claws, and spun around. She continued down towards the area where the stream came into a wading pool. When she approached it, she tripped over a root, and tumbled into the shallows, bursting out laughing.

"This is the best day ever!" She added, and laid down on her back, rolling from side to side before getting back up to go to camp.

She let off one last loud purr, and padded forward. She bumped into a golden brown chest, and looked up to see her father, Breezeflight. "What are you doing out of camp?" he asked coldly.

Ooooh! A cold father XD. Next chapter will be in Wolfkit of WindClan's point of view, then Beechkit of RiverClan, and lastly Grasskit of ThunderClan. The cycle will basically be Willow-Wolf-Beech-Grass. Anyways, please drop a review. Can I get to six reviews? That's only three. Oh yeah, that reminds me, arigato gozaimasu to:

xXXMoonfireXXx

Kawakage &

feirce fire, for reviewing the last chapter. Sayonara!