Super Edition - Lightstar's Wrath

Chapter 3

Lightkit and Russetkit huddled close in front of the Cold Rock. Though it was newleaf, the two kits felt chills on anticipation. It was time for their apprentice ceremony.
   Not much had happened in the five moons that past. Thunderpelt stayed in the nursery as a queen just like he said he would. Squirreldust had her litter of kits. A dark grey she-kit named Flowerkit, a light brown mottled she-kit named Honeykit, and a brown tabby tom with a white underbelly named Leafkit. They were still rather young, so Russetkit and Lightkit never got to play with them. Thornmuzzle and Whitecrash had also gotten their warrior names a few moons ago.
  "Lightkit and Russetkit have reached the age to start their apprenticeship." Duststar howled.
"Lightkit, until you receive your warrior name, you shall be known as Lightpaw." She mewed, her silver fur glistening. "Thistlesong, you have received excellent training from Shadowberry, and I trust you'll pass everything you know onto Lightpaw."
   Thistlesong puffed his chest out, purring.
   "Russetkit, until you receive your warrior name, you shall me known as Russetpaw. Mothbelly, you have received excellent training from Falcontalon, and I trust you'll pass everything you know onto Russetpaw."
  "Lightpaw! Russetpaw!" The clan cheered. Thistlesong trotted forward and Lightpaw touched his nose to his. Out of the corner of his eye, Lightpaw noticed his sister doing the same with Mothbelly.
  "My kits are growing up so fast!" Thunderpelt walked over, pride shining in his eyes. His gaze also revealed many raw emotions. "Thistlesong, Mothbelly, if you two don't mind, I would like to take my kits on their first tour around the territory."
  "I don't see why not." Thistlesong mewed. "Besides, I promised my kits I would play Hungry Fox with them today."
  "That's sweet," Mothbelly started. "But I'd prefer to get Russetpaw started with moss collecting and elder duties."
  "Elder duties?" Russetpaw echoed. "That sounds so boring! I wanna be a warrior, not a nest-cleaner!"
"Being a warrior isn't just hunting and fighting," Mothbelly started. "It's about helping all of our clanmates, no matter how old or young they are." The golden tabby responded, before ushering his apprentice out of camp.
  "So, I guess we could head out now." Thunderpelt purred. He began to usher his kit out of the gorse tunnel. The moor opened up before Lighhtpaw. He stared ahead in awe.
The sun was beginning it's climb across the sky, leaving tints of orange. The moor was pretty flat, with short but thick grass spreading towards the horizon. It was a very deep shade of green. Traces of hares and rabbits littered the air. A small amount of trees stood by themselves, rather far apart. Patches of gorse and heather laid on the grass.
"This is IcyClan territory," The ginger tom started. "If we keep going forward, we'll run into the SwampClan border. But since we're closer to ValleyClan, we'll go their first."
The two of them began to trot towards and area where the trees became more dense and the ground began to rise. The middle remains the same, but two long hills stretch further forward. There were some narrow streams flowing around some rocks.
"This is ValleyClan. They live a bit further in the valley, so you won't see them often." Thunderpelt gazed down at his kit.
   Lightpaw gazed in front of him. A small black dot crossed the grass in the corner of his eye. He looked down to see a spider near his father's paw.
  "Oh, yeah, there are quite a few spiders on the border." The warrior mewed. "But they're usually harmless, but sometimes they might bite. It only hurts a little, nothing serious."
   Thunderpelt then let out a surprised yelp and reeled his paw away. "See? Not that bad." He squished the spider before they moved on to the SwampClan border.
  They soon reached a damp area with moist soil. It's trees where soft with wet bark. "This is SwampClan's territory. Obviously, they live in the swamp." Thunderpelt mewed.
  The two of them toured around the moor until it was a little past sunhigh. Thunderpelt and Lightpaw soon returned to camp. Thistlesong was at the edge of the clearing, facing away from his kits on the other side of the clearing. Leafkit, Honeykit, and Flowerkit were inching closer. They then paused.
"What time is it, hungry fox?" The three kits called out, giggling.
"It's climbing-moon." Thistlesong responded. The kits trotted a little closer.
"What time is it, hungry fox?" The kits asked again.
"Moonhigh!" Thistlesong turned around quickly and began chasing them. The kits squeaked playfully as they ran.
Russetpaw was back in camp too, dragging soiled moss out of the elder's den. Mothbelly was watching from afar while chatting with Alderstrike and Fuzzyleaf.
  "You should go rest, Lightpaw." Thunderpelt mewed. "You don't want to be tired for training tomorrow." The ginger tom yawned, stretching out his slender body.

Lightpaw was fast asleep in the apprentice's den, Russetpaw in the nest next to his. It was quiet in camp, the moon slowing climbing up the night sky.
A distressed and fearful yowl broke the silence. Lightpaw shot up, his fur bristling. He looked over at Russetpaw, who was also awoken. The two apprentices peeked out of the den to see Finchlight in distress.
"Thunderpelt's dead!" He wailed, his legs shaking. "He's dead!"