Brookkit is born into ThunderClan in late winter, and nearly starves. Yet she manages to pull through and become one of ThunderClan's best apprentices. As tensions increase between ThunderClan and RiverClan, and signs of a group of mysterious cats a...
"Did you catch that?" Duskpelt rasped, eyeing the chickadee hungerly.
"No," Brookpaw admitted, "Ravenfoot did. But I promise when I get good at hunting I'll bring you the biggest bird I can catch!"
Duskpelt gave a mrrow of amusement. "You'd better." The old she-cat began picking the bird apart.
Brookpaw turned to the other elders. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
Twigtail shook her head. "Berrypaw brought me a squirrel to eat earlier. I'm fine. Dustscar just needs a nap, I think."
The tom grumbled at the bob-tailed she cat, but Brookpaw could tell it was good-natured. She turned to Shalefire, dipping her head in respect.
"No, but thank you, Brookpaw. To tell you the truth, I've been feeling a lot better since I've joined the elders. I can still pick fleas off myself," he said, purring.
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Brookpaw left the den, hoping Amberkit was awake. She desperately wanted to make up for her lame description of the territory yesterday. Poking her head in the nursery, she called quietly, "Grasscloud?"
The cream tabby lifted her head, yawning. "Looking for Amberkit?"
"Yeah, is he in there?"
A small head popped up from behind Grasscloud, golden eyes wide.
"Brookpaw? Did you go to train? How was it? Did-"
His mother cut him off. "If you two are going to chatter on about something, would you mind doing it somewhere else?"
Amberkit's ears flattened, ashamed. "Sorry, Mama." He crawled around her then lept out of the entrance towards Brookpaw.
"So what did you learn?" the kit asked once they were out in the open.
"The beginning stages of hunting."
Amberkit's eyes widened.
"Don't get too excited, I was just learning to crouch down properly so that I can leap really far," she purred.
Instead of looking disappointed, as she had expected him to be, Amberkit looked keenly up at her and meowed, "Will you teach me?"
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Amberkit was a natural. Unlike Brookpaw, it had only taken him a few tries to drop down into a perfect hunter's crouch. The kit hadn't even complained about the rain that was now beating down on them. He'll be a great hunter someday, Brookpaw thought, pride seeping through her as she watched her friend launch himself at his unsuspecting father.
"What in the name of Starclan-" Firelight spat, but upon realizing it was only his son, he began to purr loudly. "You're already a little warrior, aren't you?"
