Chapter five

Five sunrises since Featherpaw was exiled.

Forestpaw kept glaring at me, then looking away whenever my gaze met his. Snowpaw didn't go near me much. Whenever I look at her for half a heartbeat, she walks away. Firepaw usually avoids me, but one day he came up to me.

"Aren't you happy that Featherpaw took the blame?" He asked, sarcastically.

"She's a feather-brain," I replied with a wry, curt smile, and walked away.

Ugh. I have to go train with Fogstorm now. I fight epically, but according to Sleetstar, I "still need to learn more."

Fogstorm had recovered completely. He hadn't told anyone, but I was really nervous because he probably will tell, sooner or later. I tried to force these thoughts out of my mind. I'm not the type of cat who should be scared of anything. Seriously, I'm Streampaw. Why should I be afraid of Fogstorm?

What was the worst thing that could happen, anyway? Me being exiled. Me not seeing stupid furballs anymore. Besides, by the time he tells, Featherpaw would be long dead. I wouldn't have to face the wrath of Sleetstar. The Clan would be too drowned in sorrow to care about the superior me.

I laughed at the mean thought as Fogstorm was heading out of the tunnel. I wanted to be difficult and stay right where I was, but thought better of it and followed my mentor out the tunnel. I have no idea why; perhaps it was because of the possible chance that I can make a fool of him during this session.

Sunlight streamed down and onto my face, warming my muzzle. I turned around and started walking backwards, out of sheer boredom, grunting and groaning. Once, Fogstorm stopped abruptly, and my butt bumped into his. That hurt a lot, because Fogstorm's rear was all muscles. After that, I started walking normally again. Boredom was better than pain.

Our plan for today was to train first, and then hunt for the Clan. As we trotted for what seemed like hours, I couldn't believe it took Foggyface this long to find a training place. There couldn't be a more monotonous mentor.

At long last, we settled in a large clearing. I yawned as Fogstorm started giving out instructions. Do I hear something? Just to be mean, I plugged my ears and started singing.

"Foggyface, Foggyface, foggy all the way… Oh what fun it is to have a foggy, foggy face, hey!"

My mentor let out a low growling noise, his eyes twitching in anger. "Well, apparently you know the rules, so let's start training!" With that, he lunged at me, but I dodged swiftly. Dunno how, but I did it.

"Foggyface, Foggyface, foggy all the way…"

A leaf twirled, landing noiselessly onto the ground,

My mentor hissed, and then launched an attack again. He missed, and I wondered how he could.

"Oh what fun it is to have a foggy, foggy face."

Now I could tell that Fogstorm outraged. I didn't care. It was incredible fun to see him so annoyed yet angry at the same time. He pounced again, but the inexistent StarClan must favor me because he missed – yet again.

"Dashing through the fog, with a foggy, foggy, face… Ow!"

I was slammed against the ground. My head was throbbing. No! I can't die! I'm partially in tears. I don't want my life to end! It wasn't even fair. I was only a young apprentice.

"Hey! That's not fair!" I screamed, echoing my thoughts. "What if I died?"

"Dashing through the stream…" Fogstorm began to sing, ignoring my comment and question.

Outraged, I unsheathed my claws, pouncing at Fogstorm. He dodged swiftly and expertly, and for a moment

"You're not supposed to sing, you're supposed to teach me how to fight!" I spat.

"Well," he replied casually, "It doesn't help that you're my apprentice."

I growled.

Fogstorm started to walk away. I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY didn't want to do this, but I followed him. "Wait up!" I kept on shouting, sounding pathetic. Dang, I sure lost a lot of face that day.

By the time I caught up to Fogstorm, he had caught a vole already.

"So we're hunting now?" I asked, hot in the face, but the pale gray tom ignored me.

He walked away, his tail tossing from side to side. "It feels so nice to be without an apprentice," he commented to no cat in particular.

I was mad, and I wanted to claw the excuse for a cat's face off this instant. And I totally would've, if a small, calico head didn't appear from the nearby bushes.

I'm working on one chapter a week, thanks guys =D I can't wait until we get to Brother, that's the best book in my opinion~