I need a name for my fan-fic. Prologue Russetkit was rolling around with his friends Thunderkit and Wrenkit. His dull green eyes sparkled in the dawn-sun. His mother was nearby with his sister Littlekit and she called him over to be washed. “Today is your apprentice ceremony, you have to be presentable. Or how will they think of me? Some poor queen who can’t control her kits?” Cherryfall told him sternly while she was washing him, “Keep still fidget! I can’t wash you. You didn’t see Littlekit complaining did you?” At that Littlekit smirked and said to her mother, “I wonder who my mentor will be? Oh! I really hope it’s Smokefoot! He’s the best!” “No he’s not! I want one of the best like Hollowheart!” “Why him? He’s evil,” Littlekit growled at Russetkit, “And anyway, I’m going to get the better mentor!” “Stop arguing,” Cherryfall growled at them. “And stay still Russetkit!” Russetkit hissed, then stalked off to be with his friends. He found them outside the nursery with Riversong. Riversong had her tail curled around her daughter and Thunderkit was hovering nearby, waiting for his farther (Cinderdust) to come. A cinder-grey tom with dusty-brown flecks came over and picked Thunderkit up by the scruff of his neck. “Hey!” Thunderkit yowled in surprise, “Where are we going?” His farther didn’t answer and kept on carrying him. It was sunhigh by the time Mothstar got the ceremony started for Russetkit. His friends and sister had already had theirs, so he thought it wasn’t fair. Cherryfall pushed him out the nursery and he stood next to the leader. The ceremony began,… Mothstar: “Ashfur, it is now your time for an apprentice. You will be mentor to Russetpaw.” Russetpaw and Ashfur walked up to each other. Mothstar: “Ashfur, the whole clan knows your loyalty and dedication. Do your best to pass on these qualities on to Russetpaw.” They touched noses and the clan cheered, before they walked off the training glade. Russetpaw was bouncing up and down as they walked toward the glade. “Keep still Russetpaw!” he hissed, clearly annoyed. “Right, now first move. The crouch. Copy me,” he crouched down and Russetpaw copied. “Good! Now, when in position most twitch their tails. Try it,” Ashfur stood normally and watched as Russetpaw’s tail twitched, and he grinned. “Now try to pounce on this piece of moss,” Ashfur picked some moss and lay it a tail-length away. Russetpaw pounced, but skimmed the ground too close and he skidded. “Try again,” Ashfur coaxed him. Russetpaw tried unsuccessfully ten times before he caught the moss. Ashfur put another piece of moss where the last bit was and demonstrated how you do it. He crouched down, hindquarters wiggling, and pounced. He grabbed the moss in his jaws after pouncing perfectly. “Now you try,” he said with a mouthful of moss. He dropped the moss and Russetpaw copied him as best as he could, but missed. “You’re doing it too close to the ground,” Ashfur scolded Russetpaw. Russetpaw tried again, doing it perfectly. Ashfur led him back out of the training glade and toward the stream. The soft grass swayed under their paws, every pawstep disturbing it again. Russetpaw saw his sister with Smokefoot and ran over to her, nearly slipping into the stream. She hissed at him and pounced on a mouse, catching it immediately. He saw a squirrel, so he chased it. It stopped at the roots of a tree and he was about to catch it, when Ashfur tackled him out the way. The squirrel ran and the tree fell, narrowly missing Russetpaw’s leg. “Thanks. I didn’t realise that the tree was going to fall,” Russetpaw thanked his mentor. “Be more careful next time.” “How did you know it was going to fall?” Smokefoot asked him. “I, errr, heard it.” He turned and walked back to camp, Russetpaw followed. Mothstar was sitting with Fleetfoot and eating a small vole. When Mothstar saw them enter camp, she ran over and asked: “What happened?” “A tree fell. I had to get Russetpaw out of the way.” She nodded after he said that and ran off… Chapter 1 Russetpaw was washing his legs after his training. They were a bit scarred from fights with his sister Littlepaw. He went into the apprentice’s den and lay down on his nest. The cave had smooth walls and bracken was covering the floor. Fernpaw padded in, her silver pelt glittering in the fading sunlight. She looked exhausted. Her littermate (Wrenpaw) came in and greeted Russetpaw with a flick of her tail and Thunderpaw came in shortly after. The den was quickly becoming busy again, so Russetpaw faked being asleep to avoid an awkward conversation with his sister. Russetpaw sat up when Cherryfall entered. “Russetpaw, Mothstar wants to see you.” Hearing that, Russetpaw stood up and followed Cherryfall to the centre of camp. Russetpaw went over to the leader’s den and sat outside waiting for Mothstar. A pale-brown tail (with darker flecks) beckoned him in. He pushed through the vines covering the entrance and saw Mothstar sitting with Fleetfoot, sharing another vole.
Russetpaw sat down in front of them and cocked his head slightly, “What is it Mothstar? Why do you need me?” “Well, I’ve received a prophecy, and I think you’re part of it. Do you have any special powers?” “No,” Russetpaw told her, “Well, not that I know.”
