StarClan's Mistake (Warrior Cats Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

2 moons past.

2 moons since Blessedpaw had been first apprenticed to Wallstar, and now 2 moons later, he was becoming a warrior. 2 moons...only 2 moons?

He was merely a below-average hunter.

He was a mediocre fighter, too.

He fell asleep frequently when on guard.

And now...he was becoming a warrior at a mere 8 moons.

He could feel the jealous gazes of those older than him scorching his fur. Flintpaw, Riftpaw, Crypaw, Murmuringpaw, and Poppaw; all of these apprentices older than him, and yet doomed to another 4 moons of training. Meanwhile, Stumppaw, Jumppaw, and Sickpaw were walking alongside him, chattering eagerly about passing their assessments, how nervous they had been during the assessments, how they'd trained hard, with or without their mentor, for many days preceding it.

Blessedpaw hadn't even had an assessment.

"Blessedpaw, you all right?" Stumppaw asked, noticing the other was a little too downward-looking.

His tail rose in the air and his fur wavered around as he snapped to look at Stumppaw. "No- Yes, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"About what? Your warrior name?" she giggled.

He stared at her unamused. "No," was his sole response.

"Lighten up!" Sickpaw trilled. "Just think about your warrior name. We're going to be amazing warriors. I hope WindClan invades so I can prove I'm as epic as Battlestar!"

"WindClan invading wouldn't be a good thing, Sickpaw," Jumppaw chided.

"Well, well, well, look who else needs to lighten up," Stumppaw snickered, prodding her twin.

Blessedpaw stopped suddenly, his paws twisting to go in the opposite direction, leaving the rest of the group behind to go to the camp exit.

"Blessedpaw! Where are you going?" Sickpaw asked in surprise.

"Nowhere," was his short reply.

"Well if you're going outside of camp, you're going to need a warrior with you!" Sickpaw told him, having to shout more as he went on due to Blessedpaw getting further away.

The apprentice stopped short. Unfortunately, he was right, probably. The Clan wouldn't let a young cat go off alone, especially a young cat with a status like his. Blessedpaw gazed around for someone older than him to accompany him, but somebody he trusted. Spotdot or Maroonpool? No; his parents were like every fan in the Clan now to him. Flapfeather or Drinkingcloud? Not that he wasn't fond of the elders, but they were only growing older and couldn't move much.

He then glanced to the medicine cat den and saw Heronpaw - no, Heronbeak - dragging old moss out of the den, walking backwards. He kept forgetting she had gotten her true medicine cat name. He'd always see her as Heronpaw, his friend in apprenticeship.

Blessedpaw strode up to her and brushed his tail against her flank, startling her and making her drop it. She glanced up at him with confusion.

"Heronbeak, let's go outside," was all he spoke.

She furrowed her eyebrows, but before she could talk, a yowl interrupted their conversation. "Let all cats old enough to lurk in the shadows, gather under the ShadeRock for a Clan meeting!"

Blessedpaw swiveled his head to the ShadeRock with fury; Wallstar was up there, Scatterpath below, and commotion was forming below them as cats gathered underneath. His tail-tip twitched and his back fur buzzed up. "I thought they'd call it later in the day."