Bluespot froze when a black and white she-cat ran into the camp. White Black.
The other cats must've heard the kit, because they started to yowl and hiss.
"Hold on!" Gingerstar ran from his den and stood in front of White Black. "What do you want?"
White Black growled. "Me and my siblings are supposed to be to-bes in a moon, but Stoneteller wanted us to be to-bes now. So I ran away from the mountains."
Gingerstar sniffed White Black. "I remember you. You're White Black." He gazed at the kit. "Okay. You can join the group. We will keep you safe."
"Yes!" White Black bounced around the clearing. "I'm going to be a warrior!"
Bluespot smiled. She used to always be excited like that. She thought about her kit days.
I was always safe next to my mother's belly. I would fight with Treefur...
"Bluespot!" Gingerstar nudged the she-cat. "White Black is six moons, so we have to make her an apprentice and give her a mentor!"
"Right!" Bluespot joined the cats that were circling Gingerstar.
Gingerstar flexed his shoulders, standing next to White Black. "Cats of-" He paused.
Bluespot blinked. He was thinking of a name.
"Cats of StormClan, this kit has been waiting to be an apprentice. She shall be known as Whitepaw until she has understood how to defend her Clan and hunt for it. Whitepaw's mentor shall be Bluespot."
Why me? Bluespot stepped up and touched noses with Whitepaw. Gingerstar, I feel like you don't trust me.
"I am also going to pick a deputy," Gingerstar mewed. He turned to Cougar. "You will be the deputy."
"M...me?" Cougar gasped.
Gingerstar nodded. "I think you'd make a great deputy." He looked at Bluespot. "Eat, and take Whitepaw training."
When Bluespot finished her robin, it was raining heavily. She wasn't surprised when Whitepaw kept on saying, "I don't wanna go!"
"Well, you have to!" Bluespot walked over to Whitepaw. "What if the Tribe cats attack? We must be ready."
Whitepaw sighed. "I guess you're right."
The two she-cats walked into the rain. Bluespot instantly got water in her eyes. She blinked it away and looked ahead.
She could make out three cats. They were sniffing at the places where the scent-markers were. They scent-marked it themselves.
"Hey!" Bluespot yowled. "Get off our territory!"
The three cats screeched and ran off.
Bluespot hissed. "Flea-pelts! They scent-marked our borders! The Tribe wants war!"
Whitepaw fluffed up. "And we'll give them war if we have to!"
"Indeed we will."
The two she-cats headed over to the pile of logs. Bluespot jumped onto the top of the pile and sat down, looking at Whitepaw.
"Try to get up here," she meowed.
Whitepaw nodded. She grabbed onto the lowest log and scrambled up it. The apprentice finally got onto the log.
"I did it!" Whitepaw squeaked.
Bluespot narrowed her eyes. "Try to get to the top," she said. "It's not as easy as it looks."
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The Forgotten Prophecy: 1/Fury (Warriors Fanfic)
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