Swift Clan : Ravenpaw

“Wake up, lazy bones! You’re going to miss your training!” Quickpaw awoke with a start. Stretching, he was alarmed to see Latekit staring at him from the opening of the apprentice’s cave, the morning light flooding his cozy nest. No one was in the den, except him. As soon as he charged out, sleepy but alert, Whitetail growled, “You should have been up hours ago! Go and supply the fresh-kill pile.” He stomped away. He slithered away into the dark, thickly grown forest. A rustle came from some nearby grass. A plump rabbit was munching on a juicy carrot. Instantly, Quickpaw dropped into a crouch. He crept lightly toward the rabbit. Suddenly there was a loud rustling to the left of Quickpaw. The rabbit pricked up it’s ears and ran. Quickpaw turned toward the crackling. He tensed, ready to pounce. “Ravenpaw!” he mewed in relief. He allowed his muscles to relax. Ravenpaw was an old loner that was formerly an apprentice of the Thunder Clan. “Hello, Quickpaw, is it?” Quickpaw nodded. “Come, and follow me.” he rasped. Quickpaw felt as if he was drawn by a powerful magnet toward the direction Ravenpaw was going. Was Star Clan calling him? Ravenpaw dashed away at an amazing speed for such old age. Breathing deeply, Quickpaw started running with his powerful legs. Suddenly Ravenpaw stopped, and Quickpaw crashed into him. Ravenpaw grunted. Quickpaw jumped up. “Why did you-” He stopped. In front of him were four kits. He gasped. “Ravenpaw, are these your kits?’ he mewed. “Oh yes! Strongkit, Shykit, Leftkit, and Daisykit. I have taught them the warrior code, and the way of warriors is the only way they’ve been taught.” “Uh, great, Ravenpaw, but what are these kits doing in the woods?” Quickpaw stuttered. “For the fifth clan, the Swift Clan.” “You know?” Quickpaw’s eyes were as big as boulders. “Star Clan hasn’t abandoned me, you know.” Ravenpaw mewed laughingly. “Of course. So when are we going to start the new clan?” Quickpaw asked. “Not we, you. Meet me tomorrow, here. Prepare yourself. Me and my mate, Silverclaw, will go with you.” A slender, graceful silver cat flowed out of a nearby bush. Her eyes pierced straight into Quickpaw’s mind, and it seemed she could read his mind. “You can trust us to help you.” she mewed.