Warriors: Part Two

It had been six moons since Spottedclaw's first training session with Wolfpaw, and a lot had changed. A new cat had joined their clan, Moontail, and only a few days after arriving she had given birth to three kits, Frostkit, Silverkit, and Mosskit, who were now all apprentices. Granitepaw and Snowpaw were warriors, and were now known as Graniteclaw and Snowfur. Snowfur already had an apprentice, Silverpaw. Moonheart had taken on the role of Mosspaw's mentor and Frostpaw was training to become a medicine cat.


Spottedclaw knew it wouldn't be long before Wolfpaw would become a warrior too. He was almost as big as Spottedclaw now, and he was one of the best hunters in the clan.

Today was going to be the first day that the three new apprentices got to see the clan territory, and Spottedclaw wondered how well they would behave. He sighed and slowly got up and walked out from the warriors den. Wildheart was sitting in the middle of the clearing, most likely waiting for the rest of the clan to wake up. Spottedclaw walked over and sat beside him and watched as the other cats in the clan slowly made their way out into the clearing.

The three new apprentices were the first to come out of the dens, bouncing up and down with excitement and Spottedclaw purred in amusement at them.

“I wonder if they even slept last night,” Wildheart said watching the apprentices come running over to them.

“If they did it wasn’t much,” Spottedclaw replied. “When I was an apprentice it seemed I had endless supplies of energy. Well, endless until Icestar told me I had to clean out her bedding, then I wasn’t so eager to be an apprentice.”

“Oh I’m sure that they’ll figure out quite soon that being an apprentice isn’t just about fighting and hunting,” Wildheart said.

Wildheart turned and looked at Frostpaw. “You need to go back to the medicine cat’s den and help Fernfeather,” he said scolding the apprentice. Frostpaw nodded and raced off. The other cats had gathered around Wildheart and, as Wolfpaw made his way sleepily across the clearing to sit by Spottedclaw, Wildheart started to give out orders. Moonheart, Snowfur, take your apprentices and show them around out territory. Spottedclaw, take Wolfpaw and go hunting. I’ll go with Graniteclaw and Creamfur on a border patrol. The cats followed Wildheart out the camp entrance then went their separate ways.

Spottedclaw padded quietly through the forest. “Let’s split up,” he said. “I’ll go fish in the stream and you pick a spot to hunt in the forest.” Wolfpaw nodded and slipped away.

Spottedclaw carried on through the forest, heading towards a river that ran through Waterclan territory. He slowed down as he neared it and crept to the edge of the water. After a few minutes a fish swam close to the edge, and Spottedclaw’s paw shot out, hooking the fish with his claws and quickly killing it. After a few more minutes he caught another fish and decided to see how Wolfpaw had done.

He picked up his two fish and walked a little ways back toward the camp. He picked up Wolfpaw’s sent and followed it. He saw his apprentice stalking a small mouse, and watched as he quickly caught it. Wolfpaw caught sight of his mentor and picked up the rest of his prey; another mouse and a squirrel.

“Let’s head back to camp,” Spottedclaw said and took the lead as they trotted through the forest with their prey. When they got back Spottedclaw saw that the border patrol didn’t look happy. Graniteclaw’s fur was bristled and Creamfur and Wildheart were pacing nervously.

Icestar went over to them quickly. “What’s wrong?”

“Rockclan crossed the border. Their sent was well inside our territory,” Creamfur meowed nervously.

“We should make them pay!” Graniteclaw exclaimed.

“I’m not going to do anything until I know why they did it,” Icestar replied looking sternly and the young warrior. “I will take a patrol tomorrow and see why they crossed.”

“Fine,” Granitclaw said and stalked off towards the fresh kill pile.

“I will hold a clan meeting soon,” Icestar told the cats gathered around her, and beckoned Wildheart with her tail to follow her, and the two cats slipped into Icestar’s den.

Spottedclaw looked around at the other cats and could tell they were all thinking the same thing. Would Waterclan have to go to battle?





To be continued…