Chapter three. Please review!

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"Mama! Mama!" I turned; the little kit looked up at me proudly. "Mama look! I'm Thistlepaw now!"

I grinned at him giving him a lick between the ears. "Not yet you're not, you still have one more moon before you're an apprentice."

"But I wanna be an apprentice now!" He whined.

"Not yet." I repeated.

He turned around and sulked away. I smiled, one day he'll understand, I thought.

"Raaaww!"

I turned around, Thornkit leapt onto Rainkit. They tumbled out of the thorny brambles that sheltered the nursery.

I padded out after them and sat in a splotch of fading sunlight. Rainkit rolled over and stood up. Thornkit scrambled up and face her littermate. She jumped and imitated a fighting move she picked up from on of the apprentices. Rainkit retaliated by flipping her sister in a move I've never seen any warrior ever do before. "Rainkit!" I walked over to her. "Where did you learn that?" I interrogated my adopted kit.

"He told me." She answered simply.

"Who told you?"

"The gold warrior told me." She looked at me blankly.

"Who?" I creased my brow. "What does this warrior look like?"

"Well," She began, "He is a golden tabby, he has sparkly green eyes and when I see him he is surrounded by misty stuff."

I stared at her, wondering if she is joking, but looked back at me, dead serious. "Oh! And I only see him at night. Durring the day I hear his voice."

"Oh." I meowed.

She smiled at me, then bounded over to where her brothers were investigating a fallen branch. Who is the golden warrior? I thought.

(Rainkit's P.O.V.)

I looked up at the silver mist seeping through the walls of the nursery, "Hello?" I whispered, careful not to wake my littermates.

I climbed through the tangled bunches of moss bedding. "I'm coming, wait for me!" I called quietly as I struggled to the entryway.

"Quick! Come here." The gold warrior sat outside of the nursery he smiled gently at me. I padded to him and sat two fox-lengths away. I looked up admiringly at the warrior shrouded in silver-blue mist. He stared at me with kind eyes. "Hello little one."

"Hi." I looked at him intently.

"So, to achieve the goals I've laid out for you, you need to be liked by the clan." He started.

"What goals have you set for me?" I asked eagerly.

"You'll know soon enough little warrior." He mewed. "First you need to be liked by the clan. When you become an apprentice, keep play fighting, stay out of trouble, listen to elder warriors, and volunteer. Eventually I'll figure out a way to make you deputy."

"I'm gonna be deputy?!" I stared at him in awe.

"If you follow my instructions."He said.

The golden cat glanced at the rising sun "I must go now, but remember my words tiny warrior." He began to fade "Goodbye for now."

"Bye bye!" I leapt up "I will be deputy. Just for you!"

"Follow my words." He whispered. He closed his eyes. "Goodbye little warrior." He faded away. "Goodbye." The silvery-blue mist disappeared.

"Bye." I said under my breath.

(Badgerpaw's POV) Two Moons Later, As Apprentices

She is beautiful. I thought. The way her gray fur shimmers blue in the sunlight. I sighed. But of course all the toms were after her. But she doesn't even notice. No, she has her eyes on the prize; becoming a warrior.

"Hey."I jumped she startled me out of my thoughts.

"Hi." I turned to face her beautiful glowing blue eyes.

Rainpaw looked at "Guess what!" She grinned.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Surprise attack!" She jumped at me "Ahhh!" I screamed.

I rolled and jumped up pawing at her with sheathed claws. I jumped and she ducked under me and raked her imaginary paws down my under belly. "Ah ha!"

"No far! Your farther in training!" I sulked.

"Too bad!" She said in triumph.

She smiled her gorgeous smile. I sighed, she really was beautiful. No! I thought. She will never love you. Stop thinking about her like that! I looked at her bright blue eyes. "lets go get so food." I distracted myself.

"Okay!" Rainpaw turned and bounded happily towards the fresh-kill pile, completely oblivious to my feelings for her. I padded slowly after her. She picked out a thrush from the pile. I looked over the pile and took a fat squirrel. We sat by the edge of the hollow.

The camp was inside of a large hollow in a cliff face. The entrance was a large gnarled oak with several distorted holes between the roots, just large enough for two cats to fit through.

We took our fresh-kill over to where the rocks jutted out into the clearing about three fox-lengths. She leapt up on top of the rocks and lay down with her thrush.

Birdpaw stalked up next to me. She sat down "So. How far are you?" She asked without looking.

"What?"I looked up from my half eaten squirrel.

"Almost every cat has noticed. Your chasing after Rainpaw like a kit chasing its tail."She said.

"What!? I am not!" I said embarrassed. Is it really that obvious?

"Yeah. Sure your not." Birdpaw picked up her vole at sashayed away.

I sighed Everyone but Rainpaw notices how I feel about her...