The sun rose the next morning as FireKit scampered into the open, her eyes wide and her tail waving in excitement. RoseKit padded out sticking her nose high in the air. "Oh come on, RoseKit! Isn't it great? How comes you don't want to just run for ever, I mean its huge! The world is so big!" The tiny ginger she-cat scurried past the hanging vines and almost tripped over a fluffy tail that was dragging along in the dust. She leaped back to see it flung into the air and the owner of the tail spun round. He was a large cream-and-brown tom with bright amber eyes. "Oh hey." He mewed, smiling. "I see you've met my tail." Giggling, FireKit nodded. "My name's MolePaw. You're FireKit aren't you? CinderHeart and LionBlaze's kit?" Before she could answer, her sister strutted up behind them. "LionBlaze and CinderHeart's YOUNGEST kit." she mewed importantly. "MY name is RoseKit. I'm only two moons from moving into the apprentice's den. I hope you've got my nest ready." The tortioseshell boasted.
FireKit sneaked an eye-roll at MolePaw while RoseKit continued to brag. "She's so boring." The ginger kit whispered. "All she does is talk. She never gets exctited or plays with me, and she always talks to me like she knows everything." She grinned. "But i still love her." MolePaw flicked one ear, as if he were listening out for something. "The dawn patrol is back." He reported. As if his words were a cue, six cats padded through the thorn barrier, one pale ginger she-cat carrying a fat squirrel in her jaws. "That's my sister, CherryPaw, the one with the fresh-kill." He announced proudly. "She's one of the best hunters of all the apprentices." RoseKit snorted. Clearly she thought she could do better that that. I think not. FireKit thought. CherryPaw trotted up to the three young cats after dropping her catch onto the fresh-kill pile. "Hi MolePaw, FireKit, i think, and RoseKit?" She smiled at them and FireKit grinned back. RoseKit just nodded. CherryPaw continued. "FireKit, you were named after Firestar, weren't you? What a great name!" FireKit gave her fluffy ginger chest fur a couple of embarrassed licks. "I s'pose it is pretty cool." she agreed, curling up her tail. She had never met the legend known as FireStar, as he was killed before her birth. She had always longed to grow up to be a great warrior like him, and perhaps even clan leader one day? "Anyway." MolePaw licked one paw and drew it over his ear. "Would you like us to show you around camp?"
"...RoseKit, from this day forward, untill you have earned your warrior name, you shall be known as RosePaw. SquirrelFlight, you will be RosePaws mentor, I hope you pass on everything you know to her." BrambleStar nodded. FireKit sat squirming on her hind paws, quivering in excitement as she waited for her turn. Now six moons old, she was ready to become an apprentice. "FireKit." The tiny ginger she-cat struggled to stop herself from squealing with joy. "You are now six moons old, and ready to become an apprentice of thunderclan. From this day forward, untill you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as FirePaw." The dark tabby Tom stretched his forelegs out in front of him. "I think I need some training to get me fit again. I shall be your mentor. I will do my best to teach you as well as possible." FirePaw barely managed to keep her paws on the ground. She wanted to run all the way around the lake, yowling to everycat of every clan that Bramblestar was HER mentor.
