Prologue

Fallowkit awoke in the nursery, bristling with excitement. Finally, she was six moons old! Well, so were her brothers, Dawnkit and Thrushkit, but she didn't worry about them. It was her day today, and nothing was going to ruin it. She shook her pelt free of moss, pawing her mother's face obnoxiously.

"Come on, mama! It's my ceremony day! Aren't you excited? I'm excited. Are Dawnkit and Thrushkit excited too? I bet they are!" She continued to pester her mother until she awoke from her heavy slumber.

"I'm awake, I'm awake darling. I bet everything will be just fine if you calm down.." She murmured, still drowsy.

Whilst her mother was waking up, Fallowkit pounced on Dawnkit and Thrushkit. They awoke grumpily, but soon became almost as excited as Fallowkit was about their apprentice names.

"Come on, mama!"

"Wake up already, we gotta get daddy!"

"Yeah, yeah, let's go!"

"Hush now, darlings. I'm sure Wrenstar will have enough time to see you when he wakes." Their mother finally spoke up, shaking the dreariness out of her fur after the kit's annoying yapping finally coaxed her enough for her to completely wake. "Speaking of getting ready, you three need a good grooming before we even go out in the clearing!" She continued on and on, furiously grooming each kit's fur in turn as she continued about 'cleanliness matters,' and 'you need to make a good first impression!' All of it was blasphemy in their opinion, but what did that matter?

Once all that had finished, all three kits scampered out of the nursery, followed by an uneasy mother, calling out to them every few seconds.

"Dawnkit, watch your step! Thrushkit, go around the puddle, not through it! Fallowkit, no rolling around in the dirt!"

All of which were followed by a nonchalant chorus of "Yes, mom.."

Finally, after what seemed like moons to the impatient little kits, Wrenstar walked out into the clearing. He nodded to them, smiling softly.

"Daddy, you're finally awake!"

"When's our ceremony gonna be?"

"Who's gonna mentor us?"

They all grouped together at Wrenstar's paws, gazing up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Please tell us, daddy!" They all chimed at once. He sighed in a tired form of response, and instead turned to their mother.

"I cannot fathom how you deal with these little ones all day, Doeshine." He purred, nuzzling his mate affectionately.

"Ewwww!" The three kits backed up, seeming disgusted. Doeshine simply chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"You three will understand when you get a mate."

"I'll never get a mate, you two are weirdos!" Thrushkit proclaimed, snapping his head away with repulsion.

"Suit yourself, Thrushkit. I love your mother very much, but you can love anyone you want when you get older. That is, if you ever want to love anyone." Wrenstar smiled at his kits.

"Now then, I'll be calling your ceremony at sunhigh. Be ready!" He called the last part over his shoulder, turning to consult his deputy, Snowbreeze, about the day's patrols. The kits huddled together excitedly, and then ran off to do separate things, to the dismay of their mother.

"Another day, another headache.." She muttered, rubbing her crown with one paw before trotting towards the fresh-kill pile.

At sunhigh, like he promised, Wrenstar gathered the Clan for Fallowkit, Dawnkit, and Thrushkit's apprentice cerimony.

"May all those old enough to leap through the trees gather around the Sunrock for a Clan Meeting!" He yowled, looking down upon the cats crowding around him. Snowbreeze sat beside him, closer to the bottom of the rock, and they shared a nod before he continued the meeting.

"It has come to my attention that three kits are ready to be apprenticed. Fallowkit, Dawnkit, and Thrushkit, please step up."

Doeshine hurriedly made Fallowkit's fur stay down with rough licks, her protests being cut off by Wrenstar as Fallowkit ran up to the front, sitting next to her brothers.

"Thrushkit. You have reached the age of six moons, and are now ready to be apprenticed. Your name will be Thrushpaw until you are ready to become a warrior with your Clan. Your mentor will be Lousesong. I trust they will pass their wisdom down onto you." Wrenstar meowed, repeating the same spiel for Dawnkit, who's mentor is Tinywhisker, and Fallowkit, who's mentor is Truestep. The Clan chanted their names, Fallowpaw puffing out her chest proudly. She seemed to be the happiest of the trio, rushing up to her mentor.

"When will we start training? Will it be soon? What's our first lesson going to be? What's being a warrior like?" Fallowpaw bombarded Truestep with excited chatter, whom, after a while of her rambling, cut her off with a small smile.

"Training will be in the morning. Go meet with the other apprentices and find a nest in their den. I'll wake you." He padded away, leaving Fallowpaw with a million unanswered questions. She groaned quietly, and then turned to follow her mentor's advice.

Author's Note:

Oh StarClan I'm gonna spend way too long on this story. I'll try to post a new page every week or two, so please don't be too impatient!!

Another thing, thank you for reading this. I've been obsessed with Warrior Cats for a while, and this whole story is in my own universe. An allegiance lies on the next page, which reveals the Clan names of my universe and their cats.

Finally, the rest of this story will be exclusively from Fallowkit/Fallowpaw's perspective unless stated otherwise. Meaning, I'll be using I/I'm/I'll for Fallowkit/Fallowpaw's perspective.

Thank you again for reading this, and enjoy!

-Jay