Prologue

A black tom was creeping through the undergrowth. A mouse scuttled nearby, nibbling on a seed. He opened his mouth, letting the scents bath his tongue. He detected a scent, unfamiliar "WindClan!" . He turned to face them "What are you doing on our territory" he snarled "This is our land"

"Not for long" they retorted "WindClan attack!".

They tussled together "Where are my clanmates!"  he thought desperately.

A familiar hiss sounded nearby and the WindClan cats let out a yowl and fled.

"Don't come back!" he hissed after them

Chapter 1

Blazekit wriggled closer to his mother, relishing her warmth. the warmth that radiated for her fur. "Aren't the kits going to open their eyes?" said a deep voice. "They've opened their eyes already" Brindlefur mewed "They're just sleeping". "I'm not sleeping" Blazekit thought indignantly. Blazekit opened his eyes, "I'm hungry!" he wailed. Brindlefur replied "You can go to the fresh-kill pile and take the prey, it's time for you to eat fresh-kill anyways."

"But I don't want to" wailed Blazekit

" My milk is drying up, I can't feed you anymore" meowed Brindlefur. "Fine" Blazekit mewed

Blazekit padded over to the fresh-kill pile and picked a brown, furry thing from the fresh-kill pile. "Having your first vole?" purred a deep voice. Blazekit whipped and he saw Stonedapple standing there. He dropped his brown, furry thing "That's a vole?" Blazekit mewed

"Yes" Stonedapple meowed.

Blazekit bit his vole, it tasted like the smell of the forest. He relished the flavour when bit into it.

"Great StarClan it tastes good!" he exclaimed. He was about to go to the nursery when Silverpaw came bounding over.

"Hi Blazekit, want to play moss ball?" she mewed

"What's moss ball?" he asked

"Hasn't Mousestripe told you, you roll up a piece of moss "

and bat it to someone else with your paws" Silverpaw replied. "I don't want to play, sorry" he mewed. He padded over to the nursery and curled up beside his mother.

Chapter 2

"Blazekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Blazepaw. Your mentor will be. I hope Brightstream will pass down all she knows on to you.'' Graystar yowled from the high-ledge

"Brightstream, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You had received excellent training from Russetfall. You will be the mentor of Blazepaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Blazepaw". "I will" Brightstream replied.

"Blazepaw, Blazepaw" the Clan yowled to the sky

"Are we starting training yet?" Blazepaw asked

"Not yet, tomorrow we'll start training" she promised

"OK" Blazepaw mewed; he was feeling to happy to argue.

The next day, Blazepaw woke up "Where am I?" he thought, then he relaxed, he had been made an apprentice the day before. His weariness was replaced with excitement when he remembered that his training began today.

He bounded over to the middle of the camp where Brightstream was already waiting there.

  "What are we doing?" he mewed

  "We're going to the clearing to practice stalking mice" Brightstream replied.

 "Great" he meowed excitedly

"First, get into a crouch" Brightstream mewed

"Try to move forwards while keeping your paws light so that the mouse doesn't feel your paw-steps"

 Blazepaw crouched low and began creeping up towards a stick, but he lost balance and fell face-first into the ground.

"Put your front paws further upwards so that you have more balance" Brightstream mrrowed, while nudging his paws forward.

Blazepaw crouched down and began to creep up to the stick while sliding his paws. He was within one tail-length of the stick when he pounced. "Got you!" he mewed playfully.

They practiced until sunhigh. When they where finished,

Blazepaw had caught the stick four times

 "Bet you couldn't do that"

Chapter 3

Blazepaw woke to find Silverpaw crouching next to him

  "Wake up," she hissed quietly "or you'll be late for training!"

  Blazepaw followed Silverpaw out of the apprentice's den and into the clearing where both of their mentors were waiting for them.

  "What are we doing today?" Blazepaw asked.

  "I am going to show you ThunderClan territory" Brightstream meowed

  "OK"

They padded out of the camp and Blazepaw let the scents of the forest, rich and welcoming, bathe his tongue