A/N: Okay here is your next chapter! Thank you:
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Just to stop any confusion about this chapter where it starts, I'm going to make one thing clear... THIS CHAPTER IS IN LASTKIT OF RIVERCLAN'S PERSPECTIVE! I know I left a really big cliff-hanger with Brookpaw, but I needed a Lastkit chapter. Next chapter I promise will be Brookpaw's. Remember: REVEIW= NEW CHAPTER!
Just letting everyone know that I always have a cat reading over my shoulder while I type :P or sleeping on me for that matter. :D Her names Caspurr and she's a pretty white she-cat with a fiery temper :P So if you catch any errors in my story you can always go yell at my editor, my cat. :P (of course she's sleeping on the job most of the time)
Ch.8
Lastkit paced nervously in the nursery entrence. He hoped his mother, Sweethoney, would come out to see his apprentice ceremony. He spotted Tanstar walking out of his den and preparing to jump on Lowbranch, where the clan leader spoke to the clan from. Lastkit fought the urge to grimace when Tanstar looked at him. During the rouge battle Tanstar had lost a couple of lives, along with her good looks. Both of Tanstar's ears had huge gashes out of them and scares laced Tanstars body. Lastkit sighed. It didn't look like Sweethoney would be coming out of the nursery, not that she ever did. Lastkit was eight moons old; his father had died protecting his mother in the rogue battle. His siblings and he were born during the battle. When his father died the rogue managed to kill all his siblings except for him before another warrior killed the rogue. Sweethoney had given him his horrible name. He knew she often wondered why her weakest kit had survived. Lastkit was born with a de-formed hind leg and most of the clan thought he would never become a warrior. Just before Lastkit reached six moons he became very sick and only recovered an half a moon ago. Now he would finally get his apprentice name, though it was much more horrible than his current name now. It also didn't help that he had a limp.
Tanstar finally called the ceremony, "Let all cats old enough to swim gather under Lowbranch for a clan meeting!"
Lastkit spotted Hookfish, Halffoot, Kalefrost, and Mistyfog come out of the warriors den and gather under the Lowbranch.
"Today I have three announcements to make. Swimpaw has received her full medicine cat name! Now she is known as Swimheart. She will be returning to Riverclan as the medicine cat tonight!" Tanstar paused and the clan cheered. "Also, Kalefrost will be moving into the nursery." The cats all cheered again and congratulated Kalefrost. "And, Lastkit is ready to become an apprentice. Lastkit, come forward."
Lastkit stepped under Lowbranch.
"Lastkit, you are over six moons and are ready to become a warrior apprentice. From this day on until you receive your warrior name… you will be known as… Lastpaw," Tanstar looked sadly down at Lastpaw. She knew how hurtful the name was. "I will mentor Lastpaw."
Lastpaw ducked his head to his mentor and leader as he licked her shoulder. She returned the gesture. Murmurs of praise echoed around the camp were cut off by a sudden screech.
"He should have never been born!" Lastpaw starred at where the voice was coming from. When he recognized the voice he couldn't believe who it was… Sweethoney.
Sweethoney ran up to him and flied at him, claws extended. Lastpaw realized she was going to kill him. He could see her coming nearer and nearer and knew these would be the last moments of his life. All the sudden she was gone. Tanstar had bowled her over and pinned her to the ground.
"Traitor," Tanstar growled.
Sweethoney passed out and Tanstar pulled her to the edge of camp where she assigned Kalefrost to watch her. Lastpaw could do nothing but watch in shock.
"Get some rest. I'll show you the border in the morning," Tanstar's voice broke Lastpaw from his spell.
Lastpaw limped over to the old apprentices den and arranged a nest out of the old moss and reeds. He curled up in it and fell into an uneasy sleep.
"Emberpaw, Emberpaw!" Lastpaw heard a voice say. He had always had these dreams. They were the happiest times of his life. Whoever always called him knew that he hated his clan name. They always called him 'Emberpaw.' He liked the name. It sounded strong and tom-ish.
"Who are you?" Lastpaw asked.
The cat that always called him never showed him who they were. He doubted this time would be different until he heard the faint rustle of reeds near him. He spun around to see a little ginger she-cat kitten and a crème tom kitten pop out of the reeds.
The ginger she-cat spoke, "I'm Riverkit, and this," she pointed to the crème tom. "Is Reedkit, and we're your brother and sister."
"Am I dead?" Lastpaw asked.
"No, of course not, you're just dreaming," Reedkit said.
"What's going to happen to Sweethoney?" Lastpaw asked as fear filled his eyes.
"You must find a new hope for her," Riverkit and Reedkit's voices echoed as Lastpaw's world went dark again.
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