Decision
Tiny woke up and stretched in his temporary shelter, unsheathing and sheathing his claws. He was now far away from what was Bloodclan territory and looking for a home, or not if Rusty choose to go to the forest. The cat looked to the sky, seeing it is almost noon.
Tiny padded to Rusty's house, waiting on the fence. He felt the fence shook slightly, turning his head to his brother's friend.
"H-hi, Tiny," greeted Smudge, shaking on the fence, his fur fluffed out. The said cat only nodded to him. Both waited in permanent silence for Rusty before the black and white cat broke it.
"S-so, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
...
Smudge's attempt to talk to the rogue was meet with silence again. They hear the noise from the flapdoor, ginger fur jumping up to join them.
"Morning Smudge, morning Tiny."
"Morning? It's almost noon. You're sleeping late like Henry now."
"I did go to the forest yesterday.-"
Tiny jumped down and waited for them to stop their conservation, not bothering to listen. After a minute of amazed, surprised and sad persuasive mews, Rusty jumped down.
"I'm going to join them."
The flame-like cat stiffed around the area, smelling stale scent. "What do you smell, Rusty?"
"Only the scents from Bluestar, Graypaw and the other cats from yesterday."
Tiny shook his head. His brother has a lot to learn. He open his mouth wide, tasting the air, later looking at the bushes with two fresh scents, one from the golden tom from the day before.
"Why do you have your mouth open, brother?"
"Tasting the air, you can catch more scents this way."
"Really?"
"Yes, try it." Rusty open his mouth like Tiny did.
"I smell Lionheart! ...And there's someone with him...," said the kit as two cats walked out of the bushes.
"Well done, little one, you are quick to learn," said Lionheart, a white tom with yellow eyes padding next to him. "This is Whitestorm. One of Thunderclan's senior warriors."
Rusty stiffened while Tiny remained calm but with narrowed eyes.
"Relax, before your fear-scent brings unwanted attention. We are here only to bring the both of you to our camp," said Lionheart, as Whitestorm stiffed the brothers.
"Hello, I've heard so much about you two." Both dipped their heads at Whitestorm.
"Come, we can speak more once we are in the camp."
After running though most of the forest, with only Rusty struggling to keep up, the four cats walked into camp. Later, Lionheart and Whitestorm showed them around the camp, explaining some of their ways of the clan. Soon, the leader's scent drifted over.
"Here comes Bluestar," mewed Whitstorm, Rusty smelling the air.
"They came," she purred.
"Lionheart was convince they would not."
"Well, what do you think of Rusty and Tiny?"
"Rusty kept up well despite his puny size and kittypet life. Tiny's small size did not hinder him at all, whose hard life helped him a lot."
"So is it agreed?" Both toms nodded.
"Then I shall announce their arrival to the clan." Bluestar leaped up to the biggest boulder in camp. "Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highrock for a clan meeting."
Forest cats swamped over to the highrock, waiting for their leader to speak.
"Thunderclan needs more warriors. Never before have we had so few apprentices in training. It has been decided that Thunderclan will take two outsiders to train as warriors. I have found cats willing to become apprentices of Thunderclan."
"Lucky to become apprentices!" caterwauled a pale tabby, shocking the clan cats.
"Lionheart and Whitestorm have met these cats and they agree with me that we should train them with the other apprentices."
They were met with yowls of questions until the same cat who disrupted Bluestar earlier spoke out clearly.
"Look at one of them! He's a kittypet! Once a kittypet, always a kittypet. This clan needs wildborn warriors to defend it, not a soft mouth to feed."
Tiny hissed and was about to jump on the tom when Whitestorm stopped him, not seeing Lionheart whispering to Rusty, who leap on the tabby after another jeer. The two fought with claws unsheathed. Rusty made a scar at the cat, called Longtail, who then grabbed his collar and with a bit of pulling, tore it off. Bluestar then jumped down, stopping the fight and announced.
"The newcomer has lost his twoleg collar in a battle for his honor. Starclan has spoken its approval. This cat has been released from his twoleg owners, and is free to join Thunderclan as an apprentice."
The she-cat turned to Rusty. "You look like a brand of fire in this sunlight, you have fought well."
"From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Firepaw, in honor of his flame-colored coat." She turned to Tiny and used her tail to beckon him closer. Tiny padded up to her.
"From this day forward, until he has earned his warrior name, this apprentice will be called Nightpaw, in honor of his black coat. Your mentor will be Runningwind. I hope Runningwind passes down all he knows on you."
A light, brown tabby with green eyes padded out of the crowed.
"Runningwind, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You had received excellent training from me, and you have shown yourself to be loyal and skilled. You will be the mentor of Nightpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Nightpaw."
Runningwind padded up to Nightpaw and lowered his head down. "You're suppose to touch noses with him," whispered Bluestar, to which he complied.
"Nightpaw! Firepaw! Nightpaw! Firepaw!"
Soon the clan departed and went on like before. Longtail went to the medicine cat's den. Graypaw padded to Firepaw. Nightpaw looked at his mentor. Runningwind has a lean, muscular body, good for hunting and fighting.
"Welcome Nightpaw, to Thunderclan-"
An old cat with small ears suddenly yowled in warning. The whole camp was in alert when a black kit with a white patch of fur on his chest and a white tipped tail crashed in.
I'm going to skip the parts starting there till Nightpaw gets his warrior name, since we should already know what is going to happen and between. Well, most of it. And it over a thousand words again...okay, guess chapter lengths are going to be random.