Robin wailed in pain and tried limping as the Medicine cat carried her hovering above the ground. He lifted her higher so now she was uslessly moving her paws, and mumbling.
"Sof, whaf haffenef wif your lefefr?" Asked Rainfur, his creamy pelt quickly covered in a deep shadow once thye entered the Medicine den. Robin felt the scent of the herbs fill her nostrils and she murmured,
"Well," she started quite tiredly. "I did go follow my, my father wh-when he took my friend, Mouseheart, out of camp. Mouseheart was a young elder because his one eye was failing." She began to feel her tears drip down her cheeks as Rainfur lightly dropped her into a small clean fresh nest.
"I see. Your father, who is he?" Asked the tom softly. He was gentle to this kit.
"Then, he killed him." Continued Robin, ignoring the Medicine cat's question. "He threw me onto Mouseheart, the-" The robin colored apprentice then began sobbing. She held her breath for another second. "He licked the blood off his own paws, a-and, then, I was exciled." She kept sobbing, and Rainfur hung his head in sorrow for the kit.
He retreated to the back of the den and grabbed a few herbs and returned to the sobbing she-cat. He then fixed her eye up as best as he could and then pressed the banaging cobwebs onto her eye.
"Who is your father?" Repeated Rainfur, his spiky pelt covered in the scent of herbs.
"A mouse-brain." Sobbed Robin. "Hurthstar. A rogue, as leader? So mouse-brained." (I've noticed I spell rogue wrong DX)
"Ohh." Coaxed Rainfur. "You'll soon be a perfect warrior. I'll go talk to Lakestar." Growled the tom as he padded off out into the light.
"Why...?" Sobbed Robin.
. . ... . .
"All cats old enough to swim gather to the gathering hollow." Called the blue-gray tom. "That inculdes, Robin."
Robin quickly struggled out of her nest and limped to the gathering area. Lakestar was sitting on the small hill of reeds, and the rest of the cats were gathering, some with pelts wet from swimming and fishing. Rockytail and Rippleheart sat next to each other.
"This rogue is joining our Clan. But, she must have a mentor." Lakestar growled. He shook his head akwardly. Robin looked up hopefully. Was Lakestar going to be her mentor? Or magnifecent Rippleheart? "Her mentor will be Turselack, I expect him to pass his skills down to her."
"Robinpaw! Robinpaw! Robinpaw!" Called the clan. But Robinpaw was disghausted. Turselack? Woaah.
"So, lets go hunt!" Turselack said walking off. Robinpaw cocked her head.
"I don't know how to hunt, fox dung!" Robinpaw shouted. The whole clan looked at her. Turselack was already gone.
"Oookay then, let's appoint you a new mentor. I don't think he will do you any good." Sighed Lakestar, shuffling up ontop of the reeds.
"Get on with it!" Croaked Mistyfoot. She was quiet young for her old age. Her seven lives helped her with that. Her silver blue-gray pelt shimmered.
"Very well." Replied Lakestar, a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Rippleheart will be your mentor, Robinpaw. She will pass down better skills to you than Turselack would."
"Yes, I will." Rippleheart purred, as she walked up, she touched noses with her apprentice.
"Robinpaw! Robinpaw!" The clan chanted, for a second time.
Rippleheart led her new apprentice to the enterance of the clan's camp and led her to the river.
"Okay, what-?" Asked Robinpaw.
"What? That doesn't even make sense." Her mentor laughed, her dark gray stone colored pelt gleaming.
"I tried to finish, but you cut me off!" Snapped Robinpaw, flicking her ginger tail. "I tried saying, 'Okay, what happens?' But you didnt let me finish."
"Okay, Okay!" Sighed Rippleheart."Crouch at the edge of the water. Be careful, though."
Robinpaw nodded and crouched, balancing her weight on her haunches. She pursed her arms up and locked them.
"Don't lock. You need to be crouching over to swipe a fish." Ordered Rippleheart. The deputy was already crouching, and leaned over.
A silver shape passed and quickly Rippleheart leaned and shifted her paw down, claws unseathed, and flung the fish to the air. Robinpaw knew for sure that Rippleheart would miss the fish and it would plunge into the water. Quickly the fish shifted too far out to grab, she plunged into the water. Robinpaw jumped back as the cold water touched her paw. She catches the fish in her jaws and lunged for the riverbank.
"Great job!" Praised Robinpaw, to her mentor. The gray-brown she-cat with a ginger tail, belly, and ears, then noticed how much glossy Rippleheart's pelt was vs. Robinpaws'. The RiverClan's pelts' were glossy and thick, for warmth and fit for swimming. When Robinpaw's pelt was short but slightly shaggy, and she had a thick tail.
"Thank you." Replied Robinpaw's mentor. "But if you're going to join RiverClan, you must eat fish!" She said excitedly. Robinpaw looked at Rippleheart in full disghaust.
"Nuh-huh! Nu-Nuh-Huh!" Growled Robinpaw. Fish? She asked herself. Try it. She replied to herself.
"Duh! Of course you must. You can't hunt mice and land animals like that!" Purred Rippleheart.
"Fine." Robinpaw said sassyly. She delicately nipped the scales of the fish off. She ripped through the flesh and reached the flesh of the fish quickly. She lapped the oily fish and bit the meat. She licked her lips and wolfed the fish down. It quickly filled her belly. She laughed.
"Like it? You try fishing." Purred Rippleheart.
Robinpaw crouched, and then fell into the water.
Best cliffhanger ever! Please review and I'm so excited how long this one turned out! Yay!