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"Hey! Gimme that!" A tiny brown and white kit scrambled across the clearing and attacked two other kits. "No!" Another brown kit yowled through the mouse that he was holding in his jaws. The last kit of the litter, a gray-blue kit, snatched the mouse while the other kits were attacking. "Hey Dovekit! Cedarkit! Look what I have!" The tom mewed.

The two kits froze and stared at the kit. "Creekkit! Give it back!" Cedarkit snarled. Creekkit tossed the mouse. The three kits chased after the mouse, tumbling over each other in the process.

Sitting in the corner of the clearing was Thrushpaw, who was watching the fight intently. A large pale tom padded towards her, his voice making her jolt.

"Kits these days. Always fighting over fresh kill that we caught." The tom sat down beside Thrushpaw. "The Clans do that though Shrewflight," Thrushpaw mewed, "That's what the warriors do to protect the Clan is to fight over fresh kill so no one else can get hurt."

Shrewflight purred at his apprentice. "Yes. You are correct. By the way, I should have said those words, not you." "You're the one who asked the question." Thrushpaw retorted. "Why are you here anyway Shrewflight?"

The old tom got up and streched his back. "You need to do some battle training with the other apprentices." He mewed. Thrushpaw looked up at her mentor. "But I am training to be a medicine cat, not a warrior. Have you forgotten?"

"No, I haven't," Shrewflight hissed, "I am not that old. All cats are always going to be involved in a fight their lifetime, including medicine cats." The tom pointed his muzzle to a group of cats at the camp entrance. "Now run along before you are late."

Thrushpaw snorted. "Fine."

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A white tom with golden eyes led the group to a clearing with a large oak tree in the middle of it. "Alright. All of the mentors will go by the tree to watch and help the apprentices fight. I will pair all of you up when we get to the tree."

The mentors and apprentices split up. The white cat, whose name was Cloudwisp, spoke again towards the apprentices.

"Threepaw," Cloudwisp rested his gaze on a white and ginger tom who had three legs, "You will fight Streampaw." A blue tabby padded over to Threepaw. "And that leaves Thrushpaw and Coalpaw."

Thrushpaw grunted and padded over to a pale gray tom. She hated fighting Coalpaw, since he was too rough on her all the time. Coalpaw smiled at his fighting partner, knowing he was going to win this fight.

"You may begin." Cloudwisp mewed from the oak tree.

Thrushpaw narrowed her eyes at Coalpaw. She tentively crept forward, and lashed a paw out at Coalpaw. Coalpaw was too quick and slapped Thrushpaw with his sheathed paw. Thrushpaw's head started buzzing. Coalpaw then tripped Thrushpaw, and pawwed Thrushpaw's side. Thrushpaw was already tired, her chest was heaving for air. She narrowed her eyes slowly, angry that she never won against Coalpaw.

This anger made her lash out. She flung Coalpaw a few tail-lengths away and clawed Coalpaw's muzzle. The blood made Thrushpaw realize what she had done. But Cloudwisp was already walking over to the two cats. Thrushpaw looked down at Coalpaw. His eyes were filled with hatred, but something else Thrushpaw couldn't identify.

"Are you alright?" She mewed. Coalpaw grunted and began to sit up. Thrushpaw gently licked the wound to stop the blood from flowing. "You need to come by my den after we finish. You need that to be looked at." "After we get punished, you mean?" Coalpaw asked.

A shadow moved over the two cats, and Thrushpaw turned to see Cloudwisp. "What have you done? Thrushpaw, you need to keep you claws sheathed! And Coalpaw," Cloudwisp rested his golden gaze on his apprentice, "There is no need to be rough! This is training, not a battleground!" Cloudwisp hissed.

Thrushpaw saw Cloudwisp's shoulder fur rise and fear rushed through her. What was Shrewflight going to say about this? "You two are going to go back to camp, and clean the queens' bedding for as long as the sun is up!"

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The scent of milk surrounded Thrushpaw, for which she was in the nursery. She and Coalpaw were fixing the queens' bedding as a punishment, for what they had done earlier.

"Thank you Coalpaw and Thrushpaw, you are done here." A white and black spotted she cat named Swiftheart mewed. Her belly was about to pop, and the kits were to be born any day. Coalpaw and Thrushpaw dipped their heads and walked out of the nursery.

Cedarkit ran up to Coalpaw. "Hey Coalpaw, can you play with us now, please!" Coalpaw shook his head. "No Ceadarkit. Maybe later." Cedarkit padded away with his tail drooping. "Kits." Coalpaw mewed. Coalpaw was the litter's half brother, since his mother was the other queen Dewspot, also.

Thrushpaw smirked. "Kits will always be kits Coalpaw." She said. Coalpaw nodded his head in agreement, spattering blood on the ground. "Your muzzle is bleeding again," Thrushpaw sighed, "Come with me."

The two cats padded over to the medicine cat den and went inside. "Where is Shrewflight?" Coalpaw asked. "Out getting catmint." Thrushpaw replied while getting a wad of cobweb on her front paw. "Come over here."

Thrushpaw put some marigold on the wound, making Coalpaw flinch in pain. Thrushpaw quickly wrapped the cobweb around the gray tom's muzzle. "Better?" Thrushpaw asked. Coalpaw nodded in reply.

Painful yowls filled the air. Thrushpaw looked at Coalpaw. "Swiftheart is in labor! Coalpaw hurry up and grab Shrewflight! He is down by the river!" Coalpaw raced out of the den. Thrushpaw quickly grabbed a bundle of herbs and a stick and raced out. A crowd was quickly gathering around the nursery, and Thrushpaw had to push her way through. Another painful yowl came from the nursery, and Thrushpaw crawled through the tiny entrance.

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"Hey! Gimme that!" A tiny brown and white kit scrambled across the clearing and attacked two other kits. "No!" Another brown kit yowled through the mouse that he was holding in his jaws. The last kit of the litter, a gray-blue kit, snatched the mouse while the other kits were attacking. "Hey Dovekit! Cedarkit! Look what I have!" The tom mewed.

The two kits froze and stared at the kit. "Creekkit! Give it back!" Cedarkit snarled. Creekkit tossed the mouse. The three kits chased after the mouse, tumbling over each other in the process.

Sitting in the corner of the clearing was Thrushpaw, who was watching the fight intently. A large pale tom padded towards her, his voice making her jolt.

"Kits these days. Always fighting over fresh kill that we caught." The tom sat down beside Thrushpaw. "The Clans do that though Shrewflight," Thrushpaw mewed, "That's what the warriors do to protect the Clan is to fight over fresh kill so no one else can get hurt."

Shrewflight purred at his apprentice. "Yes. You are correct. By the way, I should have said those words, not you." "You're the one who asked the question." Thrushpaw retorted. "Why are you here anyway Shrewflight?"

The old tom got up and streched his back. "You need to do some battle training with the other apprentices." He mewed. Thrushpaw looked up at her mentor. "But I am training to be a medicine cat, not a warrior. Have you forgotten?"

"No, I haven't," Shrewflight hissed, "I am not that old. All cats are always going to be involved in a fight their lifetime, including medicine cats." The tom pointed his muzzle to a group of cats at the camp entrance. "Now run along before you are late."

Thrushpaw snorted. "Fine."

~~~~~~~~~
A white tom with golden eyes led the group to a clearing with a large oak tree in the middle of it. "Alright. All of the mentors will go by the tree to watch and help the apprentices fight. I will pair all of you up when we get to the tree."

The mentors and apprentices split up. The white cat, whose name was Cloudwisp, spoke again towards the apprentices.

"Threepaw," Cloudwisp rested his gaze on a white and ginger tom who had three legs, "You will fight Streampaw." A blue tabby padded over to Threepaw. "And that leaves Thrushpaw and Coalpaw."

Thrushpaw grunted and padded over to a pale gray tom. She hated fighting Coalpaw, since he was too rough on her all the time. Coalpaw smiled at his fighting partner, knowing he was going to win this fight.

"You may begin." Cloudwisp mewed from the oak tree.

Thrushpaw narrowed her eyes at Coalpaw. She tentively crept forward, and lashed a paw out at Coalpaw. Coalpaw was too quick and slapped Thrushpaw with his sheathed paw. Thrushpaw's head started buzzing. Coalpaw then tripped Thrushpaw, and pawwed Thrushpaw's side. Thrushpaw was already tired, her chest was heaving for air. She narrowed her eyes slowly, angry that she never won against Coalpaw.

This anger made her lash out. She flung Coalpaw a few tail-lengths away and clawed Coalpaw's muzzle. The blood made Thrushpaw realize what she had done. But Cloudwisp was already walking over to the two cats. Thrushpaw looked down at Coalpaw. His eyes were filled with hatred, but something else Thrushpaw couldn't identify.

"Are you alright?" She mewed. Coalpaw grunted and began to sit up. Thrushpaw gently licked the wound to stop the blood from flowing. "You need to come by my den after we finish. You need that to be looked at." "After we get punished, you mean?" Coalpaw asked.

A shadow moved over the two cats, and Thrushpaw turned to see Cloudwisp. "What have you done? Thrushpaw, you need to keep you claws sheathed! And Coalpaw," Cloudwisp rested his golden gaze on his apprentice, "There is no need to be rough! This is training, not a battleground!" Cloudwisp hissed.

Thrushpaw saw Cloudwisp's shoulder fur rise and fear rushed through her. What was Shrewflight going to say about this? "You two are going to go back to camp, and clean the queens' bedding for as long as the sun is up!"

~~~~~~~~~
The scent of milk surrounded Thrushpaw, for which she was in the nursery. She and Coalpaw were fixing the queens' bedding as a punishment, for what they had done earlier.

"Thank you Coalpaw and Thrushpaw, you are done here." A white and black spotted she cat named Swiftheart mewed. Her belly was about to pop, and the kits were to be born any day. Coalpaw and Thrushpaw dipped their heads and walked out of the nursery.

Cedarkit ran up to Coalpaw. "Hey Coalpaw, can you play with us now, please!" Coalpaw shook his head. "No Ceadarkit. Maybe later." Cedarkit padded away with his tail drooping. "Kits." Coalpaw mewed. Coalpaw was the litter's half brother, since his mother was the other queen Dewspot, also.

Thrushpaw smirked. "Kits will always be kits Coalpaw." She said. Coalpaw nodded his head in agreement, spattering blood on the ground. "Your muzzle is bleeding again," Thrushpaw sighed, "Come with me."

The two cats padded over to the medicine cat den and went inside. "Where is Shrewflight?" Coalpaw asked. "Out getting catmint." Thrushpaw replied while getting a wad of cobweb on her front paw. "Come over here."

Thrushpaw put some marigold on the wound, making Coalpaw flinch in pain. Thrushpaw quickly wrapped the cobweb around the gray tom's muzzle. "Better?" Thrushpaw asked. Coalpaw nodded in reply.

Painful yowls filled the air. Thrushpaw looked at Coalpaw. "Swiftheart is in labor! Coalpaw hurry up and grab Shrewflight! He is down by the river!" Coalpaw raced out of the den. Thrushpaw quickly grabbed a bundle of herbs and a stick and raced out. A crowd was quickly gathering around the nursery, and Thrushpaw had to push her way through. Another painful yowl came from the nursery, and Thrushpaw crawled through the tiny entrance.