Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha…more Ravenkit/Spottedwing (his mother) fluff! I KNOW fluff is romance, but I think of it more as love, either in a mate way or an affectionate family kind of way. If you don't remember, Ravenkit and Spottedwing are from chapter 4, Sunrise. I never really said what his mother's name was, but I finally settled on Spottedwing. So enjoy!

CHOSEN ONE

It's been a moon since my kits became apprentices. Splashpaw was under the mentoring of a senior warrior, Birchclaw. Hazelwing is mentoring Smokepaw. And Ravenpaw…

Eaglestar, WindClan's leader, and Goldstreak, the medicine cat, discussed what to do with him. Goldstreak already had an apprentice-Pinepaw- so she couldn't take on the blind tom.

So finally Eaglestar decided what to do with him. I would be his mentor.

"Mother…I mean, Spottedwing!" Ravenpaw bounded over to me, his head low so he could scent the ground to find his way towards me. Once he did, he rubbed his muzzle against my flank. "Morning!" The sun was just creeping into the sky.

"Good morning, Ravenpaw," I mewed. "We're hunting today. Today is your assessment."

Ravenpaw gasped. "Assessment? Already? I'm not ready!"

"Sure you are," I assured him. "Every moon, the apprentices have a hunting assessment. Three apprentices go at one time, and on the first moon, you must bring back three pieces of fresh-kill. Each moon gets harder and you're required to catch more prey. You'll do just fine, Ravenpaw. And you will only have to catch two pieces today, since…" My voice trailed away. He knew what I wanted to say, though.

Ravenpaw nodded. "I understand. That's a good thing, though, right? That I don't have to catch so much prey?"

"I guess. Come on, let's go." I bounded out of the camp, the sand skidding beneath my paws. He followed hard on my heels until we reached the training area. All three of my kits were being assessed today; I could see them sitting with their mentors, waiting for us.

"Hello, Spottedwing, Ravenpaw," Birchclaw greeted. Splashpaw and Smokepaw waved their tails.

"Hello," I meowed, dipping my head. "Sorry I'm late."

Hazelwing muttered something, and my ears flicked in annoyance. She always had something rude to say, but she didn't always say it so every cat could hear it.

"Splashpaw, Ravenpaw, Smokepaw," Birchclaw began, turning to the three young cats. "You have until sunhigh to catch at least three pieces of fresh-kill.

"That'll be too easy for Smokepaw," Hazelwing interrupted. "He is an excellent hunter. I want him to catch five."

Birchclaw looked as though he wanted to say something to her, but closed his mouth and nodded shortly. Smokepaw looked nervous and uncomfortable, and his tail-tip twitched. I was ready to pounce on that mousebrained she-cat. Why had Hazelwing done that? Sure, three pieces wasn't much, but it was just barely their first moon of apprenticeship. We'd been teaching them more fighting techniques, since tension had been high with ShadowClan, than hunting.

"So Splashpaw will catch three, Ravenpaw will catch two, and Smokepaw will catch five," Birchclaw listed. He nodded. "Go on, now. Remember, you have until sunhigh, so choose your time wisely."

The three apprentices turned and darted off.

After a few heartbeats, us mentors took off after them, but slowly so that they would not notice us. That was what mentors had to do during hunting assessments.

It was easy to find Ravenpaw; he was sniffing at the base of a bramble bush. The scent of rabbit hung thickly in the air. I saw it crouched behind the bush, preening its mottled brown fur.

You can do it, Ravenpaw! My mind was screaming as he stalked around the brambles. The rabbit was facing the opposite way, and I could see Ravenpaw's unsheathed claws flexing. Go, now!

Ravenpaw pounced, landing squarely on the rabbit. It gave a squeal, but it was cut short by its hunter sinking his fangs into its throat.

Great catch! I thought, smiling proudly. I backed away as he buried his prey into the sand.

Suddenly another scent hit my senses. It smelled icy and clean, like flowers sparkling with morning dew. The sky grew bright and a silhouette of a cat trotted down to the ground. Ravenpaw's eyes suddenly turned dark blue, and he gazed at the starry cat in awe. Her fur was ginger and white and her eyes shimmered the color of the sky.

StarClan? Is Ravenpaw dying? Please, no, he's much too young!

"Ravenpaw," the starry she-cat murmured, rubbing her muzzle against his. He smiled, his whiskers twitching in surprise. "Lilypetal! What are you doing here? I'm having a hunting assessment right now!"

Lilypetal? Ravenpaw already knows this StarClan cat?

"I must tell you something." Lilypetal's tail-tip twitched with anxiety. "You will be the strongest cat the Clans have ever seen and you will face many journeys and obstacles. I now grant you with two extra lives so that you may fulfill the prophecy that I have given your leader." She rested her chin on Ravenpaw's head and bursts of light surged around them. When Lilypetal drew back, looking satisfied, Ravenpaw was crouching down, trembling, and his eyes squeezed shut.

"There," she meowed. "StarClan has selected you, Ravenpaw, as the Chosen One."

Weird, rambling, and boring.

xx-Starfall-xx