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                Chapter 1
    Moonpaw was bored with having to look after Bloodfur and Foxblaze. The two cats had greencough. She wished she could be out in the forest hunting and training with her brother, Pebblepaw. Just as she finished giving Bloodfur the rest of his catmint, she heard Bluestar’s familiar call, “Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here below Highledge.”
    As she crept out of the medicine den she glanced around for Pebblepaw. She noticed him sitting by the other apprentices, Dewpaw and Ebonypaw. She rushed over to them.
    “What’s the special occasion today?” she asked.
    “I’m becoming a warrior!” Dewpaw boasted proudly.
    “Shhh. Let’s listen,” Ebonypaw whispered.
    “Cats of ThunderClan,” Bluestar began from atop Highledge, “today we gather for one of the most important ceremonies in the life of a Clan: the naming of a new warrior. Dewpaw,” she added with a wave of her tail, “come and stand here beneath Highledge.”
    Dewpaw rose to his paws and padded forward, his eyes sparkling and whiskers twitching with anticipation. Iceflower gave Dewpaw a final lick as he passed her. Hawkheart also rose and stood a couple of tail-lengths away. Bluestar looked down at them.
    “Hawkheart,” Bluestar began, “has your apprentice, Dewpaw, learned the skills of a warrior? Has he studied the warrior code and understood what it means to every cat?”
    The tabby tom glanced proudly at his apprentice as he replied, “Yes, Bluestar.”
    Bluestar leaped down from Highledge and stood in front of the young cat. Dewpaw’s eyes stretched even wider as his leader raised her head and addressed StarClan.
    “I, Bluestar, leader of ThunderClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. He has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend him to you as a warrior in his turn.”
    Seeing this, Moonpaw felt emptiness inside her. A feeling she had never felt before. She wound up all her courage and blurted out, “I want to be a warrior apprentice!” She heard gasps from all around her.
    “Why would she want to do that?”
    “That’s surprising!”
    “But she’s almost done her training!”
    But she heard the loudest gasp from Spottedleaf. Spottedleaf stood up and said, “Moonpaw? You never told me this before!”
    “I’m sorry. It’s just-just-,”
    “It doesn’t feel right?” Spottedleaf asked calmly. Spottedleaf rushed over to her and gently licked the top of Moonpaw’s head. “Is this what you really want?” she whispered.
    Everything went silent.
    “Yes.”

                Chapter 2
    “It seems we have a surprising change in events!” Bluestar called from the front. “Moonpaw, is this truly what you want?”
    “It is.”
    “Spottedleaf?”
    “I believe that if Moonpaw thinks she can serve her Clan better as a warrior than a medicine cat, I think she should do it,” Spottedleaf said.
    “Okay,” Bluestar said, “While I continue with Dewpaw’s ceremony I will be thinking of a suitable mentor for you. Now, back to you, Dewpaw.”
    Moonpaw was so relieved that Bluestar and Spottedleaf understood.
    “Dewpaw,” Bluestar went on, “do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?”
    “I do.” Dewpaw’s voice rang out clearly.
    “Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior name. Dewpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Dewheart. StarClan honors your energy and your loyalty, and we welcome you as a full member of ThunderClan.”
    Bluestar rested her muzzle on the top of Dewheart’s head, and the young tabby tom licked her shoulder. Then he took a couple of paces back to stand with the other warriors.
    “Dewheart! Dewheart!” Iceflower was the first to call out. Every cat joined her.
    “Moonpaw,” Bluestar called when the noise had died down, “if this is the choice you want to make, you will have a lot of catching up to do, and I hope your new mentor, Iceflower, will teach you those things as soon as possible.”
    Moonpaw gasped; the most beautiful and wisest cat was to be her new mentor! But then she felt a block of guilt hit her, she would miss Spottedleaf.
    Iceflower stood up and walked toward Moonpaw. Moonpaw took a pace forward and the two cats touched noses.
    “We’ll start training right away. Did Spottedleaf teach you battle moves yet?”
    “Yes, Spottedleaf said I was even better than some of the warrior apprentices!”
    “Well, we’ll start with some battle training with Wildclaw and your brother.”
    “Great!”

                Chapter 3
    I can’t believe it! I’m really a warrior! Okay, what do I need to do first? Oh! I should probably make mys-
    “Hey, Dewheart! Do you want to come on a hunting patrol with me and Dovemoon and Wolfstorm?” Ebonypaw interrupted his thoughts.
    “Ebonypaw! I told you not to bother him!” Dovemoon called and walked over to stand beside Ebonypaw, “He probably already has some work to do. He needs to find himself a spot to sleep in the warrior’s den.”
    “That can wait until later,” Dewheart addressed Dovemoon. “I’d love to come on a hunting patrol,” he told Ebonypaw.
    “Come on, let’s go!” Ebonypaw said impatiently.
    On the way out to the forest they had to wait for Wildclaw, Pebblepaw, Iceflower and Moonpaw to pass through.
    “How’s your first day of being a warrior going so far?” Moonpaw asked.
    “Good! We’re just heading out on a hunting patrol. What are you doing?”
    “We’re battle training!” Pebblepaw interrupted.
    “Moonpaw, would you mind asking Iceflower if she would like to go hunting later?” Dewheart asked.
    “Sure, but why don’t you ask her yourself?” Moonpaw replied.
    “Can you fetch her quickly for me then?”
    Moonpaw bolted off quickly.
    “Hurry up!” Ebonypaw called from the other side of the barrier.
    “Just a minute!” Dewheart called back.
    Iceflower came running with Moonpaw just a tail-length behind her. Iceflower turned to Moonpaw and said, “Go on with Wildclaw and Pebblepaw. I’ll catch up.” She turned back to her son, “What is it?”
    “I was wondering if you would like to come hunting with me later?” he asked.
    “Sure,” she said and started to pad away.
    “Oh! And remember to bring Moonpaw with you!”
    Iceflower let out a purr of amusement, “Okay then!”, and headed off.
    “Dewheart! Hurry before all the prey goes to their dens to sleep for the night!” Dovemoon called.
    “I’m coming!” Dewheart replied.
    When finally out in the forest, Dewheart smelled rabbit immediately. He looked around and saw it nibbling some early newleaf grass. He crept up on it, pounced, and finished it off with a single bite to the throat.
    “Nice catch!” Ebonypaw said quietly.
    “Thanks!” Dewheart whispered. Dewheart buried his catch and continued on with the patrol.
    As they got near the ShadowClan border, Dewheart could smell something strange. It was a familiar smell. He stopped and thought for a second.
    Ebonypaw noticed that he wasn’t beside her and turned around, “What is it?”
    “Fox!”

                Chapter 4
    “I’m starving!” Pebblepaw complained, catching up.
    “We’ll hunt after battle training,” Wildclaw promised.
    The calico warrior darted past some bracken. Moonpaw fell in beside Iceflower, leaving Pebblepaw to hurry after them. They padded to the training hollow in silence. Sun was slanting through the bright green leaves, and the air trembled with birdsong. Moonpaw saw Pebblepaw lick his lips.
    Iceflower sat down in the middle of the hollow, her tail whisking over the sandy ground. “Today, we’re going to be thinking about how other Clans fight- their strengths and weaknesses, and how to take advantage of them.”
    “So, what strengths do other Clans have?” Wildclaw prompted.
    “RiverClan can swim,” Pebblepaw mewed, “which means they can approach from water.”
    “WindClan is well camouflaged and small, so they are hardest to detect,” Moonpaw offered.
    “Unless they’re upwind,” Pebblepaw pointed out, “in which case their rabbity scent gives them away.”
    “What about ShadowClan?” Iceflower asked.
    “Well, they are just evil,” Pebblepaw growled, “so you never know how low they’ll stoop in any attack. That makes them unpredictable.”
    “And weaknesses?” Wildclaw pressed.
    “ShadowClan is weak because they think they are braver than they actually are,” Pebblepaw mewed, “And RiverClan is so well fed that they’re slower than us.”
    Moonpaw shifted on her paws, searching for something to say. Pebblepaw was answering everything first.
    Iceflower glanced at her. “What about WindClan?”
    “WindClan is fast, but not as strong as us because they don’t have any trees to climb on the moorland,” she took a guess.
    “It’s okay, Moonpaw,” Iceflower nudged her apprentice in the shoulder, “It’s only your first day. Let’s move on to some battle training.”

    The apprentices started with some basic moves that would trick any RiverClan cat, and then progressed on to some more advanced moves.
In the middle of a tussle with her brother, Moonpaw heard a loud screech and sat straight up.
Pebblepaw stopped and Wildclaw said fearfully, “Something’s wrong.”

Chapter 5
    “What do we do?” Ebonypaw asked. Dewheart could see fear in her eyes.
    “First, we must find out how many there are. If it’s too much for just us to handle, Ebonypaw, you’ll have to go get us back-up. Okay?” Wolfstorm explained as calmly as he could.
    “I’ll check to see how many there is,” Dovemoon volunteered.
    “Make sure they don’t see you, and then we can launch a surprise attack!” Dewheart suggested.
    “That idea’s actually not half bad,” Wolfstorm said. “Go!” he nodded to Dovemoon.
    They waited for Dovemoon to come back. It felt like seasons but only a heartbeat. When Dewheart saw the ferns rustling he knew Dovemoon was coming.
    “It’s a whole family!” Dovemoon whispered as she burst through the ferns.
    “How many?” Wolfstorm asked.
    “Five or six, I think,” Dovemoon replied.
    “That’s too many!” Dewheart half-murmured to himself.
    “Of course it is, mousebrain!” Ebonypaw had obviously heard.
    “Ebonypaw, go find the border patrol! They passed here not long ago.” Dovemoon ordered her apprentice.
    As they waited for Ebonypaw and the border patrol to come, the three warriors tried to work out a plan, though Dewheart could not hear any of their suggestions. All he could hear was blood rushing in his ears.
    Fireheart and Hawkheart burst into the small clearing, closely followed by Ebonypaw.
    “That’s it?” Dewheart asked.
    “You have to remember that Foxblaze and Bloodfur are with Spottedleaf and all of the Clans are short on warriors,” Wolfstorm told him. “Well, we’ll have to make do with the cats we have. Dovemoon and I have made a plan,” Wolfstorm continued on, “We surround them on as many sides as possible, and at the flick of my tail, we attack. Okay? Does everyone understand?”
    Every cat nodded.
    As every cat silently padded into to place, Dewheart was sure every cat could hear his heart racing. When he got into place his gaze searched for Wolfstorm. Dewheart finally found him at the far edge of the clearing, behind some brambles. I should be excited! My first battle as a warrior! But Dewheart wasn’t. He was so scared he felt like racing back through the forest, to the camp, to the warm safety of his den, but he knew he couldn’t.
    Dewheart watched Wolfstorm intently. Suddenly, Wolfstorm’s tail tip flicked. His companions raced into the clearing and Hawkheart gave a loud caterwaul. Dewheart followed into the clearing, his heart racing. As he ran into the clearing he looked for the others, but could only see massive foxes, anxiousness of the kill in their eyes. Suddenly he realized he would have to save his Clan.
    As he stood there, trying to think of something to do, he saw one of the many foxes claw a large gash in Iceflower’s side.
Dovemoon was wrong! There are at least a dozen foxes!!
Dewheart raced to his mother’s side. They were outnumbered; he would have to join the fight.
Dewheart launched himself on top of a fox. He stopped, How did Iceflower get here? Dewheart looked around; he also saw Wildclaw, Moonpaw and Pebblepaw.
He noticed a fox about to bite down hard on Moonpaw’s throat. He couldn’t let her die! Dewheart leaped off the fox’s back. Suddenly he felt a jerky tug on his tail. The fox had got his tail. Oh no! Moonpaw’s going to die and it’s all my fault.
As if appearing out of thin air, Hawkheart shoved the fox away and slit its throat open. There was a look of pride in his eyes as Moonpaw struggled to get up.
“There’s too many of them!” Pebblepaw screeched.
“Retreat, retreat!” Hawkheart yowled, “Get reinforcement from WindClan if we have to. Retreat!”
All the cats started racing toward the camp entrance, but the foxes were closing off their path. They were being driven toward the lake, and the WindClan border. No cat said a word as they pelted breathlessly.
Soon they had crossed the WindClan scent markers. Dewheart spotted a WindClan hunting patrol chasing a rabbit and started to yowl for help. Now five more cats were being chased across the moor, Bluestar, Spottedleaf, Onewhisker, Hailstorm and Eagleclaw. Dewheart figured Bluestar had heard Hawkheart’s battle cry, or the cats and foxes stampeding through the forest.
Bluestar caught up to Fireheart, her loyal and trusted deputy. Dewheart overheard her say, “We need to stop, fight them off!”
Over the many paws thumping on the ground Dewheart barely heard Fireheart’s orders. They would turn to attack the foxes at the flick of his tail.
Suddenly, Fireheart’s tail tip flicked. Dewheart took in a big breath of air, and then turned around.
Here we go!!!!!!!

            Chapter 6
All the cats turned around, except for Ebonypaw, Pebblepaw and Moonpaw, who were sent to get more help from WindClan. Dewheart briefly wanted to join them, but thought better of it. Dewheart was the last cat to turn around, but as soon as he saw the snarling face of a huge fox, he pelted after the three apprentices. It seemed the rest of the Clan had the same idea.