Okay. First, I will tell a little about this new FF I have planned. It's called The New Warrior, because an outsider brings in her two kits, which are more powerful than the Clan cats.... they are stronger, faster, lithe, and smarter. They come from a distant land where cats ruled. Their mother was the queen, and her two kits were to be rulers of their own realms. But it all changed when a traitorious tyrant seized control by killing the king. The queen and her young were driven out, and they ran far, far away. They ran until they came acoss LightningClan. LC let them in, and there, the queen and her kits have been thriving. Ignore if one of the cat's names is an original Warriors name....... I had trouble finidng a suffix that would fit. And the story is told in one cat's point of view for a part. It will tell you when the POV changes. Please post some constructive critiscism, no rude comments, and please point out any grammar/spelling mistakes.

Prolouge:
A pale tabby watched her two kits frolic about in a patch of sunlight. When they came to the clan, she had to change the kit's names slighty, so they would fit clan code. The smaller kit, a pale tabby she-kit like herself, settled down, with the sunlight creating dapples on her already striped fur. The other kit, a larger dark brown and white tom, crouched and stared out the hole in the nursery den, tail lashing slowly, as if he were about to pounce on prey. They both had blue eyes, but the she-kit, known as Minnowkit, had eyes that resembled clear blue pools; the kind that gave off a shimmering light when the sun were to touch it. The tom, known as Troutkit, had a set of dark blue eyes that reflected every movement you were to make. They were growing fast, and pretty soon, according to the queens, they were to beocme apprentices.

The Beginning:
Minnowpaw sprung high in the air, and landed right on top of Troutpaw, her brother.
"Gotcha!" she squealed and pulled him over, her toes spread apart as she tried to hold onto him without retracting her claws.
"Bramblefrost.... Breakaway!! Get her off me!" Troutpaw complained loudly as he was tackled by his sister.
"No, no. You WANTED this, Troutpaw. YOU stole her prey." Breakaway clucked, chuckling, while Bramblefrost shook his head in mock disagreement.
A yellow-orange flash took Minnowpaw by surprise, and Summerpaw, another LightingClan apprentice, latched onto Minnowpaw's back.
"Whoa!" Minnowpaw yelped as Summerpaw tugged her back, off of Troutpaw, and onto the ground. The two best friends rolled, growling playfully and gently kicking each other's backs with their hinds.
"Summerpaw, you traitor!" Minnowpaw pushed Summerpaw down to the ground, pinning her.
"Who said I was on your side?" Summerpaw grinned wickedly, and Minnowpaw felt a sharp sensation in her nose. She jumped back, and Summerpaw leapt up.
Noticing the sudden stop in practice fighting Garnetsky, Summerpaw's mentor, padded over, "What happened?".
Minnowpaw put a paw to her nose, and looked at it. No blood. What did Summerpaw do to her? She glanced at the orange tabby, but all she saw was her confused reflection... on her friend's face.
"M-my claws got stuck on a root, and I think I accidentally kicked Minnowpaw in the nose when I was trying to get them loose." Summerpaw looked Garnetsky in the eye, something Minnowpaw could never do.
"Alright..... carry one." Garnetsky flicked an ear and turned away, padding to her place beside Breakaway.
Summerpaw brushed against Minnowpaw's side, "What happened?" she hissed, repeating her mentor's earlier question.
"I dunno." Minnowpaw hissed back, and shook out her fur. She turned to her mentor, Bramblefrost, calling all the apprentices over.
"Pretty soon, you all will be qualified to becme warriors, because you have all reached your twelfth moon. I say qualified for a reason. Just because you are twelve moons does not mean you get to become a warrior.....when the time comes. But, I highly doubt that will happen. I'm sure even Illusionpaw, who is a moon younger. You all are great apprentices, and all us mentors are very proud." Bramblefrost smiled, and began to lead the training group back to camp.
Minnowpaw waited for all the mentors to pass before falling in beside Summerpaw. She waited for the three mentors in front of them, Scumblestep, Brooksplash, and Fireheart, to move ahead, before she spoke, "None of us have fought in battles yet! I mean, some of us have participated in little border squirmishes, but not a full out battle!" she whispered. Summerpaw remained silent beside her as they pushed into camp, and then headed off to the apprentice den, along with Troutpaw, Illusionpaw, and Arrowpaw. She sighed and sat down by the fresh-kill pile, watching as it slowly began to decrease in size as warriors took something to eat. Sunpaw, Summerpaw's brother and another one of Minnowpaw's friends, sat down beside her. His flame colored fur was fluffed out, and his brilliant green pools were suddenly locked onto hers, and it turned awkward.
"Is everything okay? You seem..... out of it." Sunpaw ripped his gaze away from Minnowpaw's, just as she was getting used to it.
"Yes.... well... sorta.... wait, no... not really." Minnowpaw cringed as she stuttered. As much as they were friends, Minnowpaw had a crush on him, and when things got a little more serious, she would always mess up in some way.

Sunpaw gave a little grin, but it quickly disappeared. "I know what you're feeling.... all this training and stuff, for no battles. It's ridiculous. Yet scary. No battles for twelve moons? Every cat is nervous because they think the other clans are planning something..."
"How do you know all this?" Minnowpaw asked, leaning in closer so no one would hear.
"Eh..... I might've spied"
"You did?! On who? Onestar? Blondefeather?" Minnowpaw's eyes widened.
"No. It's easy to tell." Sunpaw cuffed her ear. "I'm hurt that you would believe that!" he laughed and smirked.
Minnowpaw rolled her eyes at him. He was clever. The cleverest cat she knew. Other than herself, of course. Both apprentices heard a mew from across the clearing, and Sunpaw sighed loudly. "Gotta go..." he muttered, got up, and stalked over to his mother, Shadesong.
Minnowpaw heard her own name called from somwhere, as well. Her ears perked as she got up and was greeted by her mother at the entrance to the nursery.
"Minnowpaw! I'm so proud of you! You are almost a warrior! Oh, my, you have come so far, and you've grown so much too!" Tygerlily covered her with licks and compliments only a mother would give their child.
"Mom..! I'm not a kit anymore!" Minnowpaw complained as she struggled away from Tygerlily's tongue. "And yes I will be a warrior soon...... but how can an apprentice become a warrior when she hasn't fought in any battles?"
"Battles?! Why would you talk about battles? You should be happy to have not fought in one while you are an apprentice. They are scary, and you could get killed."
"I wouldn't get killed. I'm fast, strong, and better than the other clans..... combined! Besides, the warrior code says that proper warriors don't kill to win a battle." Minnowpaw corrected her mother matter-of-factly.
Tygerlily gently cuffed her daughter over the ears, "You could get hurt. I don't think you need to fight in a battle to become a warrior."
Just then, Troutpaw came flying over, his eyes full of excitement.
"Mother, Minnowpaw! Guess what! Onestar just said that a battle may happen between us and StormClan! And if it does, she and our mentors agreed that it will determine if we become warriors or not!"
Tygerlily stared at her son, and Minnowpaw braced herself, and silently braced her brother, for a flood of scolds. But nothing came. Instead came an eerie silence that chilled Minnowpaw to the bone. A slow dread crept over her when she saw Troutpaw's smile fade, and his ears were pinned back. Her mother seemed frozen, with either fright or anger, Minnowpaw couldn't tell. Oh, the irony!