Hey everyone. Just wanted to let you know that what I said about the detail is not no longer needed because I don't have much time to write my chapters so I don't get much time to write in the details. Thanks anyway, for reading my stories I mean! Also, if you have any cats you want to put into my story please review it and I will see where I can put them in. BTW, if you could can you please put in your cat's colors and personalities, along with what Clan they are in. Thanks, and have a good time reading!

-Goldmoonrider

Blackpaw padded beside her mentor along the river path. She was on her second patrol as an apprentice, and her mentor was taking her on this one with Brightberry and her apprentice, Spiderpaw, who was padding on the other side of her. The four cats padded on, sniffing the air for any scents of ShadowClan warriors on ThunderClan territory. Soon Blackpaw could pick up the scent of a water vole just at the water's edge. She flicked her tail at Spiderpaw, who quickly got into the hunter's crouch beside Blackpaw, who did the same.

A second later Blackpaw and Spiderpaw were pouncing on the vole and the black apprentice gave the little peice of prey a swift bite on it's neck. She covered it with some sand and followed her friend back up the shore to where Squirrelpelt and Brightberry were waiting for them.

Squirrelpelt flicked her tail at Blackpaw. "This is a border patrol, not a hunting patrol. You should have left it for the dawn hunting patrol to catch. Now you will have to make the trip back when we are done, got that?"

"Yes, Squirrelpelt." Blackpaw murmmered softly and followed the patrol along the shore at far at the river went.

By the time they had gotten to the lake, the sun was already high in the sky and the heat was flowing in, fighting is way to be better than the breeze from above the lake waters. Blackpaw could see the territories of the lakes and all their scents which mingled together at the lake. Her thoughts fluttered around in her head and she couldn't think straight at she padded beside Spiderpaw and Squirrelpelt.

She pricked her ears and listened to the sounds of the Clans all around her. She looked over at the RiverClan territory and listened into their camp, just enough to hear the none important things.

"Move over, Flatpaw!" a black-and-white apprentice was hissing to another one as he was trying to get into his nest.

"You move over, Fatpaw!" the white apprentice was also trying to get to his den, and the two were stuck together at the entrance to the den.

The black-and-white tom glared at Flatpaw. "My name is Shudderpaw, not Fatpaw. Maybe I should call you FATpaw, since your so big and it rymes with Flatpaw." then her started chanting as the two struggled to get in, "Fatpaw, Fatpaw, your name is Fatpaw!"

At this the white apprentice pulled himself backwards and pushed Shudderpaw into the apprentice den, almost knocking the whole den over.

"Shudderpaw, Flatpaw, stop fooling around right this second and go help repair the nusery instead of acting like overgrown foxes!" a yowl come from an orange she-cat who was standing next to a honeysuckle vine den. She had pretty blue eyes, and her paws were a dark gray. She had brown ears and her tail was red.

The apprentices stopped their playing and padded over to the orange pretty she-cat. Shudderpaw looked up at her before heading over to the den with holes in it. "Sorry, Mixedflower." The apprentice padded after his friend, leaving Mixedflower next to the honeysuckle den.

Blackpaw moved her head and looked over at WindClan territory and looked into their camp to see if anything was the same. She saw a large hollow filled with cats from small kits playing with each other to silver-gray elders. The black apprentice pricked her ears forward, still keeping her pace the same as Spiderpaw's. The dark gray tom's paws were light on the ground as he trotted along the lake shore, his green eyes reflecting the sun from off the lake.

The twisted paw on Blackpaw's left side bounced in the sand, slowing her down. She hatted it so much, and now she didn't understand how she had been born and was still a cat with it. By now Boldpaw was already walking about the camp practicing battle moves with the new kits Ravenkit, a large black tom with sleek fur, and his sister Harekit, a gray she-cat with long hind legs. Blackpaw was jelious of her sister, since Boldpaw was always getting the most attention because of her hurt shoulder. If only the other cats in the Clan would start noticing Blackpaw's twisted paw and making a big deal of THAT instead of making a huge deal about Boldpaw's shoulder. If only, if only.

"Keep moving, Blackpaw!" Blackpaw shook her head and looked behind her to see Brightberry just a vole length behind her. The black apprentice's paws shook with hunger, and also fear of the prophecy. How could she be so helpful when all she had was a twisted paw and was always lost in her thoughts all the time?

Three hours later...

Blackpaw emerged from the bramble bushes just in front of the lake shore with three mice dangling by their tails from her mouth. The apprentice had been hunting for what seemed like moons and she still wasn't satisfied with the three plump mice she had caught. Her paws tingled for more hunting and she felt as if she could run all day. She dropped her mice and twitched her ears to find Spiderpaw and his mentor. Finally, she found them practicing hunting moves.

"Pull your hind paws further under you," Brightberry meowed to her apprentice and the gray tom tucked in his hind paws as far as he could.

Spiderpaw looked up at his mentor, his eyes burning with pain. "Please let this be good, please! I want to perfect my hunting skills to show another apprentice..."

"One you like?" Brightberry asked, raising an eyebrow in suspition.

The apprentice looked down in embaressment. "Y-yes."

Brightberry padded over to her apprentice and put her tail on his shoulder. "It's alright. I like another cat too. Want to tell me if I tell you who I like?"

Spiderpaw nodded and he sat up next to his mentor who twitched her whiskers in amusment.

"Well, the tom I like has ginger fur that looks like fire in the sun. Can you guess who that is?" She meowed softly.

"Yes, thats Blazingfire!" Spiderpaw stood up. "You like my brother?"

Brightberry chuckled. "Yes, I like your brother. He's handsom, you know, and I think you look as handsom as him."

Spiderpaw looked at the ground. "But I'm not ginger. My fur doesn't shine in the sun like his. I'm not handsom at all: the she-cat I like probably doesn't like me at all..."

"If you tell me who it is," Brightberry mewed. "I might be able to tell you if she likes you or not."

He looked back up at her. "Alright." He began to scuff the ground with his paws. "She's really pretty, and she has long fur and green eyes."

"Thats Blackpaw," Brightberry's eyes flashed with happiness. "I knew you liked her even before you came on this patrol and told me. I've seen how you look at her, your eyes flashing with happiness, your tail twitching in amusment. You practicly look like your asleep on your paws when you stare at her!"

Spiderpaw looked down in embaressment. Blackpaw almost shuddered. How could HE like HER? She was hardly pretty at all, especially with her twisted paw and all. She just sighed, smiling with happiness, and picked up her mice to take back to her mentor who was waiting just at the edge of the lake for her.

At the same time in StarClan...

A gray she-cat with blue-green eyes pushed her way out of a bush and into a small clearing. She looked around and saw three other cats apear: one a silver-gray tabby she-cat, the second a gray tom with blind blue eyes, and the last one was a golden tabby tom with amber eyes. They walked out into the moonlight and sat in a circle around a large rock were a fiery-ginger tom that looked just like Blazingfire apeared out of thin air (that means out of no where).

"Firestar," The gray she-cat spoke first. "We have gathering. What do you need?"

The blazing ginger tom looked from her to the silver-gray tabby she-cat who sat next to the first she-cat. "As you know, Blackpaw is our kin, the granddaughter of you, Ivypool, and Molestrike. I have brought you here to tell you what I have learned as a StarClan cat. Blackpaw is apart of a prophecy that will distory the darkness once and for all. 'Two cats of noble blood will have great powers that will save the Clans once again from the endless evil. When the dark berry has found her power, the second will find her use, and together they will save the Clans.'"