I focused on the tortoiseshell. Her lip was curled back and her claws unsheathed. I jumped up, turing in midair, I landed on her back and pulled her scurf. She ducked out of my grip and before I knew what was doing, Dappledstar jumped onto my back. My legs collapsed, but I rolled over and raked her belly. My claws were sheathed.

"Very nice, Ravenpaw," my mentor comments. Both our pelts were filled with sand from rolling around, carelessly in the sandy grass. It was only my third day of training, and I'd caught a small vole, along with knowing about four battle moves.
She was teaching me so much battle moves because MistClan- an easily angered Clan- wanted Holly rocks back. This meant battle and BirchClan was not going to loose our main hunting spot to MistClan. "That's enough combat for today. On the way back to camp, I'll show you were a mice nest is. We'll get one or two probably," she says. I nod and pad out off the sandy grass and onto the soft new leaf-fall grass.

As we scale the entrance to camp I can see Robinpaw waiting for me at the bottom. When I get to ground-level, she greets me with a quick lick over my ear. "Nice catch," she comments to my fat mouse. We settle down down next to Snowspeck at the heather patch. "Mind if we sit?" My sister asks. Her mentors head jerks around, "Not at all," we settle. I pass my mouse to Robinpaw and start washing my paws and swiping them over my muzzle and ears.

"Your sandy! Train hard?" He asks, a mew a yes and notice that Ebonykit and Stormkit being throughly washed by their mother, Mistpool. More apprentices? No, they're only four moons old, I think. Then I notice that Mistpool looked excited. I glance at my sister an her mentor, "Why is Mistpool excited? Well, more excited than usual?" Snowspeck explained that her kits were meeting their father today, Rabbittail. He was a warrior of MountainClan. It was against the warrior code to mate with cats of other Clans, but they did. Everyone was peaceful to the warrior, though.

As dusk was approaching, I saw a large tabby figure enter camp, escorted by Spottedwind and Sunfall. I squinted, seeing small tufts of fur on the tops of his ears and a small rabbit-like tail. This must be Rabbittail. I saw Greypaw, Sunfalls' apprentice, scurry up to the MountainClan warrior, eager to meet him. I got to my achy paws, I'd been cleaning out the elders den with Robinpaw all afternoon and it seemed as if sleeping for a moon would barely be enough energy to walk a step.

I headed for Highrock, intending to tell Dappledstar that Rabbittail arrived. I peered around, no one was watching me. I put my ear to the overhanging lichen and listened,
"It's impossible for them to know, though!"
"For now, Crystaldawn their clueless. But as they grow into warriors, they're bound to notice you and I. If.....find out......."
"Dapp...ar, please I'd do anything to..eep........" The conversation started to cut out as more cats welcomed Rabbittail. I backed away, afraid to interrupt. I raced away from the rock, all of sudden frightened that I'd ease dropped. I rammed into a hard surface I looked up, Bramblefur looked alarmed. "Watch were put your paws. Now go welcome Rabbittail," the deputy was firm in ways, but when it came to kits and elders, he was as protective as a bear to its cubs.

I saw the large tom padding close to the nursery. His eyes shine with pride as he saw the two kits. Stormkit had his chest fluffed out, tail wrapped around his paws and whiskers straight. Rabbittail nudged them both, then licked them on their ears. I looked up, Silverpelt was starting to shine. I decided to eat and share tongues with my littermates. I chose a chaffinch, plump and round. As I settled, Greypaw padded up to me, "We're on dawn patrol," I groaned, "Wonderful," sarcasm bursts through my voice. He plopped down next to me and helped me pluck the feathers off of it, for price of half of it. When we finished, we went to chat with Rabbittail. He was laying near Highrock, with Ebonykit and Stromkit playing on him. I felt warm inside, watching them.