Disclaimer: I don't own Warriors or Hetalia.

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Six moons had passed since Lionshadow had found the kit in the thicket. He'd been named Foxkit for obvious reasons. And Finpool now watched with content, as her three kits played outside the nursery in the fading sunlight. Yes, she considered Foxkit to be her own, and loved him just as much as Creekkit and Mottlekit.

Foxkit did indeed know that he hadn't been born a clan-cat, but he didn't seem bothered by it much. This relieved Finpool greatly. And as she watched her darling kits, she also studied their skills.

"I'm a vicious dog! And I'm hungry for cats!" Creekkit mewed, trying to look ferocious as he bared his teeth.

"Well, we're MoonClan warriors! We'll stop you!" Foxkit growled playfully, "Right, Mottlekit?"

Mottlekit nodded, "Yeah!"

Creekkit jumped at the two other kits, aiming to pounce on top of one of them. Mottlekit quickly moved out of the way, but Foxkit was too late.

"Haha, I've caught you!" Creekkit mewled victoriously as Foxkit tried to squirm from beneath him.

Mottlekit ran to them, "I'll save you, Foxkit!"

Foxkit didn't reply, as he seemed to have given up on getting out from under his brother. So he went limp for a couple heart beats.

"Foxkit, are you okay?" asked Creekkit with concern. Mottlekit tried to see around him to look at the tabby's face.

Just then, Foxkit kicked, shoving his brother off of him. He then leaped to his paws, whiskers twitching with amusement at his littermates' surprise.

"Wow, that was cool! Can you teach me?" Mottlekit asked with wide, impressed eyes. Creekkit had the same expression.

Finpool was pleased at what she'd seen. Surely her kits would make great warriors. Creekkit had the benefit of his father's size, Mottlekit had her mother's speed, and Foxkit was as crafty and he was mischievous.

There was a rustling in the bracken that guarded the nursery, and out stepped a young silver tabby tom. In his jaws, was a plump rabbit. Following him, came a white she-cat with a black patch over one eye. She carried a thrush.

"Greenpaw, Frostpaw, good to see you. I'm hoping that those are for us." Sorrelflight meowed as she half-walked, half-limped to the apprentices. The old cat's paw was still hurting from getting it caught in a small rose bush the previous day.

Frostpaw trotted up to meet her, and dropped the bird in front of her, "I hope you are feeling better."

"A little, yes. I just regret not paying attention while walking." Sorrelflight mewed with self-amusement.

Finpool gave Greenpaw and appreciative glance when he set the rabbit before her. The apprentice's tail tip flicked with excitement.

"Our mentors have gone to speak with Copperstar about becoming warriors. I hope he says 'yes'!" he mewed.

With a nod, Finpool purred, "That would be nice. Perhaps these kits would like to watch."

This immediately caught the three youngest cats' attention, all of them running to their mother with excited bounds.

"Oh, can we, Finpool?!" Foxkit asked, looking up at her with hope.

She gave him a lick, "Yes, of course you can."

With that confirmation, the kits started mewing happily and rather loudly. Then came the call. The call for all the cats to gather below that odd, white rock.

"You apprentices had better get going." Sorrelflight advised. Taking heed, Greenpaw and Frostpaw quickly left the small clearing. The old cat followed suit, but slower.

After checking her kits' appearances and a short bathing for each, Finpool exited the nursery and into the wide clearing of the camp with the three kits trailing after her.

She took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of pine and various other plants and animals in the gentle breeze. Nine moons. Finpool had spent nine moons in that nursery, through pregnancy and weaning her kits. It was good to stretch her legs and walk in the camp once more.

Finpool lead the kits to sit beside her as she took a spot beside her mate. Lionshadow gave her an affectionate lick before turning his attention to Copperstar and the three apprentices in the center of the circle of cats.

"I, Copperstar, leader of MoonClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down upon these apprentices. They have trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and commend them to you as warriors in their turn." Copperstar recited, as countless leaders before him had.

"Ashpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" he asked, looking down upon the gray tabby she-cat.

"I do." She breathed.

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Ashpaw, from this moment, you shall be known as Ashwing. StarClan honors your intelligence and kindness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of MoonClan." Copperstar announced. He rested his muzzle on her head, and she licked his shoulder.

He then looked to Greenpaw.

"Greenpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"

"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Greenpaw, from this moment, you shall be known as Greenblaze. StarClan honors your strength and loyalty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of MoonClan."

Copperstar repeated the action that he'd done with Ashwing. He then looked to Frostpaw.

"And Frostpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" he asked.

"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Frostpaw, from this moment, you shall be known as Frostbird. StarClan honors your wisdom and honesty, and we welcome you as a full warrior of MoonClan."

The leader placed his muzzle on her head, and she licked his shoulder just as the other apprentices had.

With that, Copperstar stepped back, and the clan cheered for the youngest warriors.

"Ashwing! Greenblaze! Frostbird!" Finpool chanted along with her clan. With a glance, she saw that her kits were chanting as well.

Once the voices had died down, Copperstar informed them that the new warriors would be holding vigil for the night, as all new warriors did. Then they dispersed.

As Finpool lead the way back to the nursery, Creekkit looked up at her.

"Finpool, when will we become warriors?" he asked. Mottlekit and Foxkit heard him, and backed him up in unison.

"Well, let me see, you were born in early new-leaf so…most likely tomorrow." The queen replied as they entered the small clearing near the nursery.

In an instant, the kits began asking multiple questions, their voices jumbling together. Finpool quieted them.

"Now, this means that you will have to stop acting like kits and act like apprentices. You have to show that you understand what it means to be an apprentice. Do you understand?" she asked.

They nodded, though there was slight confusion in their gazes.

With a soft, amused purr, she nudged the kits inside the nursery. The sun had begun to set, casting long shadows over the ground. Foxkit's brown tabby fur was gaining a russet outline as he pushed through the leafy entry-way.

Once the kits were safely inside, Finpool spotted Sorrelflight coming up behind her. She stepped aside and bowed her head respectfully, allowing the older cat to go before her. Sorrelflight nodded to her, and stepped inside. Only then, did Finpool follow her and pad to her own nest.

The kits had already curled up among the moss and reeds. Foxkit and Mottlekit rested their heads and forepaws on Creekkit's big frame. Finpool carefully stepped over them and settled around the three.

Tomorrow, her kits would become apprentices. And she'd be free to hunt and go on patrols, and take walks with Lionshadow again. She closed her violet eyes contently, eager for the following day.

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A/N: Another snow-day, another chapter. I didn't have to go to school because of it. It's FREEZING outside, which I don't like. Ah, but what can ya do?

Anyway, here are the descriptions of the kits:

Creekkit – Large, gray and white tomkit with violet eyes. (He gets his size from Lionshadow)

Foxkit – Brown tabby tomkit with a cream-colored chest and paws, and blue eyes.

Mottlekit – Dark brindle she-kit with dark blue eyes.

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