Guys, I'm really sorry I haven't updated the story in a long while. I've been pretty busy, and I've been banned from the computer several times, and in the process have my love for FanFiction diminish slowly. I will be continuing this series, and I will make sure I don't take this long to update.
Nightpaw was in a deep sleep thanks to the tiring apprentice ceremony. As his sleep became lighter, he felt a prodding sensation on his rib. He heard a voice.
"Nightpaw, get up."
He opened his eyes, only to see the bramble walls, barely visible in the darkness. Nightpaw turned to the side and saw his mentor. He stood up.
"Follow me," his mentor said. She padded out of the den. Nightpaw followed not so far behind, trying to not to step on Boulderpaw's tail.
As the two cats strolled across the camp, Nightpaw asked, "Owltalon, why aren't the other apprentices out, like we are?"
Owltalon chuckled, "Because their mentors are lazy."
"Stoneheart really didn't seem that lazy…"
"I'm joking, I'm joking," Owltalon laughed, as if she had read his mind.
They went up a jagged, short trail that eventually got them both to the top of the hollow. By now, there was a faint line of red that touched the horizon.
"Just in time," Owltalon muttered to herself. The two cats continued to walk in silence.
Finally, they arrived at a shallow, rocky hallow that had sand in the center.
"This is where we train our apprentices," Owltalon said after a while.
Nightkit asked curiously, "Are we going to learn anything today?"
"Yes. You're going to learn about your territory."
"Well then, where are we going next?"
"Be patient and I will show you."
They turned around and went north of the training hollow.
It was getting rather light now, as the sun could now be seen. It lit up the sky as a fiery red.
As they padded through the trees, Nightpaw asked, "So, where are we going again?"
Owltalon snarled, "I SAID BE PAITENT! If you would just be quiet then maybe we'd be going somewhere instead of sitting here arguing, like a couple of flea-brains."
After that, the two cats did not speak to each other that much. They continued in the same direction. Eventually they reached a large river that roared like thunder.
"This is the river. It is the main boundary of TreeClan and MoorClan," Owltalon said.
"How long does the river go?"
"As long as MoonClan knows. Right, moving on now."
Owltalon started going downstream, when she turned around to look at Nightpaw, who was still staring wide-eyed at the river.
She snapped, "C'mon, we don't have all day you know!"
Nightpaw looked at her, startled from his deep thinking.
"Oh, sorry! Coming," he said, dashing after her.
Owltalon muttered under her breath, "I swear, apprentices these days…"
The two cats continued going downstream. They had walked a good length before veering back into the woods. The sun was well above their head by now, blazing with heat. So they were quite relieved to get some shade.
Sunlight dappled the forest floor. As Nightpaw and Owltalon were walking, Nightpaw couldn't help but get distracted by the forest's beauty.
He thought, "So beautiful… Wonder why I didn't notice its beauty before?"
A whack on the head snapped him out of his thoughts.
"Seriously, you expect yourself to become a warrior? You've got a lot of work to do then. So for MoonClan's sake, stop staring off into space like some wide-eyed idiot, and keep moving," Owltalon hissed.
As they padded through the forest, Nightpaw snagged some of his fur on a bramble. He jerked himself forward, and got his fur unsnagged.
Nightpaw trudged slowly as he tried to keep up with Owltalon. He was tired after touring most of TreeClan's territory.
"Is this… the last… place?" He panted, trying to catch his breath.
"Yes. Now hurry and keep up," Owltalon replied, not even looking back at him.
Nightpaw wasn't paying much attention at this point. All he wanted to do was get back to the camp, and rest.
Owltalon said, "Stop!"
Nightpaw looked up, and saw a giant fence looming over him. It didn't have those gaps on them like the ones in Minecraftia. It was the same color though.
"This is the Twolegplace. It can be a dangerous place to be, depending on where you're at. Twolegs, monsters, dogs, and hostile kittypets are some of the things you may come across if you dare to venture there," Owltalon said.
Nightpaw thought, "Twolegs? Doesn't she mean humans?"
She had a nostalgic look in her eyes for a moment, before she blinked them away.
Owltalon looked at the sky. The sun was starting to hit the horizon, the sky having one neat layer of orange.
"It's about time we head back," Owltalon said, "Besides, I've pretty much shown you everything. C'mon."
Nightpaw settled in his nest. He took a glance outside of the den, noticing that most of the Clan was still up. Then, the thought hit him.
"Funny, I'm surrounded by cats, and yet I haven't freaked out once."
He had never been that afraid of cats, even though he would scream like a girl and run away every time he saw an ocelot.
"I wonder why Owltalon was looking at the town so wistfully," Nightpaw muttered, "Maybe one of her friends died there, or something like that."