Warrior Cats: Hidden Secrets (Book One)

Chapter Five (REVISED)

 A/N: Ugh I can't believe I had to rewrite this a second time

Meadowpaw managed to break away from Tanglebush, who began to have a friendly conversation with a cat from TordandoClan. As she padded around the island, where the Clans gathered, she spotted the familiar pelt and scent of Yellowpaw. He was sitting next to a fluffy white apprentice, watching two FloodClan cats roll around in the dirt.
  Quickly, she made her way over to Yellowpaw and sat down. He sniffed and meowed,

  "Oh, it's you."
  "Hello Yellowpaw." She mewed polietly, circling her tail around her paws. He rolled his eyes and scoffed,
  "And what's your name, Dirtkit?"

  "It's Meadowpaw." She muttered, her fur starting to ruffle. He snickered,

  "Meadowpaw? You don't look like anything from a meadow."
  "Well you are small enough to be a three moon old kit." She retorted, and he hissed. The white apprentice next to him, a she-cat with amber eyes, mrrowed with laughter. Meadowpaw blinked in confusion and let her fur lay flat. Maybe this is a joke? She thought.

  "You got spunk, Meadowpaw. Honestly you would be a great StormClan apprentice."
  "She's HurricaneClan and a squirrel hunter, Snowpaw." Meowed Yellowpaw, lifting a paw to lick it. Snowpaw rolled her eyes and said to Meadowpaw,

  "You have my respect. I do not know why our Clans don't get along."
  "Yea," Agreed Meadowpaw, "But maybe in the future the problem will be forgotten."
  "Let's pray to StarClan that it happens." Snowpaw dipped her head. Yellowpaw stopped, mid-lick, and meowed,

  "You two chatter like starlings. Can we go to the straight fact that there is a black she-cat who looks like a kit and she's losing the fight to Rabbitpaw?"

  Meadowpaw frowned and turned her attention to the playfight. There! A slender, but small, black she-cat with rain blue eyes was pinned on the ground, hissing and wriggling, as a much more thin, agile brown she-cat had her pinned to the ground. After a few seconds, she heard the she-cat give up and allow Rabbitpaw to step off. The TornadoClan apprentice proudly turned around and padded to her sister, a thin black she-cat. A silver she-cat, FloodClan, darted forward to help the losing cat up.
  Feeling pity, Meadowpaw left Yellowpaw's side and approched the group of FloodClan cats. All four of three of the apprentices perked up, wide-eyed, as she approched them. Ignoring them, she turned her attention to the black apprentice.

  "Hi, are you okay?"
  "Mhmm. Who are you? You smell weird." She sat up, tilting her head to one side as if she was a curious kit.

  "My name is Meadowpaw and I'm from HurricaneClan. What's yours?"
  "Rainpaw." She mewed quietly, fidgeting. The silver tabby purred next to Rainpaw and meowed,

  "Stop fidgeting. My name is Minnowpaw, and these are my littermates Pikepaw and Fishpaw."
  "Hi." The two toms meowed together, eyeing Meadowpaw as if she was a piece of prey. She felt her pelt begin to prickle uncomfortably.
  Minnowpaw instantly noticed her discomfort, and hissed at her brothers,

  "Hey! Stop staring. You both look like owls."
  "Sorry." They muttered, glancing away.
  A pelt brushed against Meadowpaw. Yellowpaw. The tom padded over to the two FloodClan brothers and began to have a chat with them. Pretty soon, they were wrestling together. Meadowpaw stifled a purr. He's so much smaller than them, but he is putting up a decent fight...
 
  "So," Minnowpaw inturrupted her thoughts, "How long have you been training?"
  "For about a half moon. You?"
  "I should get my warrior name soon. All three of us took our final fishing assessments yesterday."

  "But I don't want to be alone." Whispered Rainpaw, looking upset. Minnowpaw gave the she-cat a sympethic glance.
  "Don't worry. Orangetail's kits are almost six moons. You'll have new denmates in no time."
  "..okay..."
  "Orangetail's kits?" Echoed Meadowpaw, immediatly interested.