I'm sorry it's been so long! Over two months! *Hangs head with shame* I've been working on other stories.

Also, in this story I've made quite a few mistakes and I'm sorry. I haven't read these books in forever, and the little things slip my mind. Feel free to point them out to me, just do it nicely. I would like to know if I make any big mistakes.

Thanks to runningfirexyz and Emberheart0 for reviewing! THey are the only ones that did so this chapter's dedicated to them! BUt it's kind of a filler, so...

Enjoy!

On her way back to camp, Moonpaw trudged disappointedly through the thickening snow. She'd only caught a thrush and a shrew, but it was after sunhigh, and she needed to get back. The falling snow fluttered gently to the ground in little clumps, sticking to Moonpaw's fur before dropping off once again as she walked on.

When she reached the camp entrance, Moonpaw was greeted by a golden tom hopping with excitement. Sunfrost began to say something, but at Moonpaw's blank stare, he calmed down a little and spoke slower and without moving.

"Fluttergaze had her kits! There's four of them, and they all survived! Three toms and a she-cat."

Moonpaw pricked her ears in delight and swiftly dropped the shrew into the inadequate fresh-kill pile, and carried the thrush to the nursery. Sunfrost joined her on the way. When they reached it, Darkbramble came out, purring more violently than a sky-monster (They never mention the cats hearing planes/jets/helicopters go over their territory, but I'm sure they would. So that's what she means. And she doesn't hear it; she feels the vibrations). From inside the nursery came the smell of warmth, milk and kittens, reminding Moonpaw of her kithood.

She squeezed through the tiny opening, and the scent became stronger. In the middle of the nursery lay Fluttergaze, with her back to the entering cats, and blocking their view from the kits. Moonpaw could feel the tiny shudders of kits mewing in her ear fur as Fluttergaze turned to look at them, smiling. She gestured to Moonpaw and Sunfrost with her tail and the two cats padded over slowly. Moonpaw dropped the thrush in front of Fluttergaze, and the stripped she-cat dipped her head in thanks.

The kits were beautiful, and Moonpaw told Fluttergaze so. The queen purred happily and stared lovingly down at her new family.

"What are their names?" Moonpaw asked curiously. She had often wondered what made mothers choose the names they did for their kits.

"This one is Saplingkit," Fluttergaze motioned to the brown tom closest to where Moonpaw was standing. "That is Crispkit," the dark brown tom opened his tiny pink mouth to mew as if he already knew his name. "This is Burningkit," the little black tom had an orange tail and ears, making him look like a still hot ember, befitting his name perfectly. "And this one is Leopardkit." Fluttergaze nodded at the last kit, a tortoiseshell she-cat, the only female of the litter. None of the kits' eyes had opened yet, so you couldn't tell their eye color yet. Their thin, fluffy fur was sticking out in all directions from being cleaned after birth, and you could see Fluttergaze's orange eyes drooping gradually.

Moonpaw looked over her shoulder as she felt a warm pelt press to hers. Sunfrost was leaning gently against her, staring at the kits happily. The nursery wasn't cold, and his fur was warm now, so Moonpaw couldn't understand why he was leaning on her. She shifted to the side slightly, and wondered if he was still cold.

"You look tired," Moonpaw commented as an excuse to leave her uncomfortable position. "We'll leave now." Moonpaw waved at Fluttergaze and left the den.

The second she stepped out of the den, Moonpaw saw Goldenstar heading in her direction. Her mentor stopped for a moment to tell her to wait outside before entering the nursery herself. So Moonpaw sat out in the snow, shivering. It had stopped falling, and the sun's rays were melting what was already on the ground, causing it to be wet and sticky. Moonpaw flicked her paw in distaste, and her ears flattened as a big clump of melting snow dropped on her head from above. She glowered at the wetness as it dripped through her fur, causing her to shiver.

Moonpaw felt a tail on her shoulder, and turned to see Goldenstar motioning for her to follow. She gratefully got up, and headed towards the gorse tunnel to begin her training for the day.

The next two moons flew by for Moonpaw. Her terrible dreams of the beasts had dwindled down to only once every four or five days, but she still had them. She still hadn't told anyone about them. ThunderClan hadn't had any disturbances besides a friendly rogue, and Wildfang had had her kits; a golden tabby she-cat with white paws called Honeykit, and Freezekit, a snow-white tom. Goldenstar had told Moonpaw that she was very impressed with her progress, and many other cats seemed amazed at it too. She felt that her hunting skills had grown most, and she was very proud that she could catch more prey than any of the other apprentices, and some of the warriors.

At the moment, she was on dawn patrol with Scruffpaw, Sunfrost, Goldenstar, and Pebblefoot. New-leaf had just begun, and the day was sunny, bright, and almost warm. It was almost sun-high, and Moonpaw felt the twittering of birds, the scavenging of mice, and the light steps of the other cats as they re-marked the borders in her ear fur. She and Scruffpaw had fallen behind a little, and the two were wrestling playfully as they walked. A deep vibration tickled in Moonpaw's ear, and she and Scruffpaw looked toward the source at the same time. Sunfrost was yelling at Scruffpaw to stop, and the small golden-brown tom hung his head.

Moonpaw narrowed her eyes at Sunfrost. She was good friends with him, but he'd been such a grump lately. It was as if he never wanted her and Scruffpaw to hang out, because whenever they did, Sunfrost was always be there to spoil it. He'd tell Scruffpaw to collect moss for the elders den, or go on patrol or something. But it didn't matter. Moonpaw and Scruffpaw were becoming closer every day.

Goldenstar spoke, and Moonpaw turned to Scruffpaw for an explanation.

"She said we're heading back," he meowed, his blue eyes not meeting her green ones. She pressed her pelt against Scruffpaw's comfortingly, and gently licked his ear. She knew how he felt like he could never please his mentor. He smiled half-heartedly at her.

When they arrived back at camp, they passed Flamepaw and Ledgestep heading out for some training, with Pokepaw, Ravenpaw, and Maplefield close behind. Flamepaw had grown so much since he'd been apprenticed, that he was already bigger than his mentor. In comparison, Moonpaw felt like a tiny kit, even though she was almost the size of any other ThunderClan cat. Moonpaw could tell that he would be a fierce warrior. Pokepaw waved his sandy tail excitedly at her, and Ravenpaw simply grinned. Moonpaw waved back, then entered the camp, keen for a rest.

She grabbed a plump vole from the pile of fresh-kill, and headed towards the apprentice's den to eat it. Scruffpaw joined her, holding a small rabbit in his jaws.

"For such a small cat, you sure can eat a lot!" Moonpaw teased.

"Well, what can I say? I'm a growing tom," he replied, licking his jaws as he looked at his rabbit. Moonpaw was pleased that she could now read lips so well that a cat no longer had to be looking at her when they spoke, just facing her.

"Are you sure? You don't seem much bigger," Moonpaw said with fake disdain.

"I'm growing!" Scruffpaw cuffed her ear with claws sheathed, and she pounced on him in retaliation. He rolled onto his side before she landed on him, and he kicked her away with his hind feet. Scrambling quickly to his feet, Scruffpaw started demolishing his rabbit before Moonpaw could attack him again. She butted his shoulder gently, then settled down beside him to finish her vole.

"Just to let you know, I so would have won," Moonpaw said around her prey. Scruffpaw said something that looked like "Yeah right."

Even though Scruffpaw had more to eat than Moonpaw did, he finished way before her. He stretched, and started grooming himself. When Moonpaw was done, she started sharing tongues with Scruffpaw. The talking part had always been a bit difficult for her, but she tried to make it work. She felt Scruffpaw talking, and saw him say "Here comes trouble…"

Scruffpaw tensed, and Moonpaw looked up just in time to see Crispkit, Burningkit, and Honeykit rampaging straight for them; with Freezekit close behind. Moonpaw and Scruffpaw jumped up and out of the way of the tumbling ball of battling kits.

"Hey!" Moonpaw exclaimed as the scuffle rolled right into her. The kits immediately sprang apart, and looked up at Moonpaw.

"Moonpaw!" they all squealed at once, before leaping as one onto the black and white apprentice. They knocked Moonpaw over, and she was buried under a writhing blanket of excited furballs.

"Get off me you mouse-brains!" Moonpaw meowed cheerfully. Scruffpaw pulled two off of her, and she stood up and shook the other two off. Scruffpaw scolded them, telling them how tired they were, and how they'd been out since dawn, but he was stifling a smile. How could anyone get angry at such an adorable little cat?

Well, maybe Thrushclaw could… Moonpaw thought, remembering from experience.

Sucky ending, sorry.

My bad if the second half's not that great, it was rushed and no time to proof-read, cuz I wanted to get it to you ASAP.

I think the next chapter will be the last of Moonpaw as an apprentice. Yay! Excitement!

And FYI, I've written another Warriors fanfic called "Vanished". It's pretty much Warriors with wolves, and I have a great plotline planned. I hope. It will eventually intertwine with this story, but you don't have to read it to get the whole picture. As far as I am aware of at the moment. Please read and review Vanished!

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