The Shining hope

Chapter three

Deathkit sat in the middle of camp in his position of the line, the end. Redstar padded out onto the Yowlingrock. Her yellow eye's stared coldly at Deathkit. Deathkit did budge he just turned away slowly. His dark ginger pelt waved around. 

"I can't believe we have to watch this spoiled kit become an apprentice," Freckle kit laughed. Maplekit and Reedkit laughed lightly.

"Stop Frecklekit your being rude!" Birdkit mewed at Frecklekit. Deathkit flicked his ear in anger. Birdkit padded toward him.

"Don't listen t, my brother, he's a mouse brain," She smiled at him.

"Don't worry I don't mind what your brother says," Deathkit replied. He then looked up to the leader again. She looked at him and then stood quickly.

"Clan meeting!" Redstar yowled. The cats gathered into a line. 

"Wait were's Snapsnow?" Whitepaw asked.

"I heard she's meeting her friend called Swallow," Barleypaw replied. 

"Ok enough muttering rumors!" Redstar scowled staring at the apprentices sternly. Then she turned to Deathkit who was soon to be called Deathpaw.

"Good, now that everyone's here I would like to get this over with," She sighed rudely. Deathpaw was getting used to this it was often he heard the rudeness in most of his clan mates' voices.

"Anyways, I call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon this kit, I see that he'll make a fine warrior someday,"

"Death kit from now on you are called Death paw," Deathpaw could feel a small smile appear on his face. I'm finally an apprentice! Redstar looked around the crowd for a worthy mentor.

"Gorsestorm! Do you accept the role as Deathpaws Mentor?" Redstar asked. Gorse storm nodded with a big smile. Deathpaw padded up to greet his mentor. He touched noses with Gorsestoem and padded back to his position. Gorsestorm was by far the gentlest mentor and wouldn't teach him much, the good thing is she was patient. 

"Meeting dismissed!" Redstar yowled and everyone started mewing and murmuring. 

"We'll start training tomorrow," Gorsestorm yawned with a big smile on her face. Deathpaw nodded but he couldn't help but try and remember the odd little she-cat from his dream. Was she going to be ok? Where was she? Who was she? He shook his head trying to get the thought of the she-cat out of his mind. 

"Hey watch ya' doing mouse brain trying to make your head fly off?"  Barleypaw asked laughing till he collapsed laughing. 

"No just trying to get odd dreams out of my head," Deathpaw replied with a sigh.

"Well, why don't ya try putting your head in the river to make the fish come and snatch it off?" Barleypaw giggled rolling around in the dirt banging his big paw on the ground. Whitepaw rolled her eyes and went to Deathpaw.

"Don't listen to him he doesn't have much sense left in him," She said.

"Though he does make a good joke or to on the special occasion most times I wonder how he's good at fishing," Whitepaw laughed. Death paw laughed with her. 

"I'm going to go check on Bird kit," Deathpaw said after they stopped laughing. 

"Fine Ill make sure this mouse brain here keeps his head-on," She laughed waving her tail goodbye. Deathpaw padded to the nursery. 

"How's Birdkit?" He looked toward Ashfang. 

"Fine, I guess," Ashfang shrugged.

"Fine? Fine! Im doing great mama!" Birdkit said walking toward Deathpaw.

"How are you Deathkit?" She asked her eyes big.

"Great but it's Deathpaw now!" He replied.

"Amazing! Your finally and app whos your mentor?"

"Gorsestorm,"

"Great thought didn't you say that you wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice?" She said looking toward the sky.

"Yes, but I don't thank the clan trust me enough to be their medicine cat Birdkit," He smiled 

"I think you should be, Im sorry I was rude and mean to you when you were younger Deathpaw," Ashfang sighed. 

"It's fine," He replied. He padded out of the den and decided to take a stroll.

The warm misty dew of the late morning sun was dripping from the grand oak trees. They rose higher than any kit or cat could climb in a day. The legend of Oakghostt The spirit that haunted the top of the oaks was said to have scared many cats from climbing higher. The story told of a great but proud tom who dared that he could climb to the top of the tree. He rose at incredible speed but fell down and turned into the spirit that haunted the top of the oaks. Deathpaw enjoyed this tale that told kits not to even climb to the top of the oaks no matter what. 

Deathpaws mind darted away from this thought and back to the odd she-cat on the mountain cliff.