A/N- Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a while. I was busy with school, but now I am on break! So this is my first real chapter of this story, and I hope you like it. =}D mustache smiley!

Disclaimer- I don't own Warriors, sadly, but I do own my story plot and characters.

I look down at the half eaten vole lying limp in front of me as my stomach rumbles. But I don't feel like eating right now, no matter how hungry I am. It's been six moons since Brightflower died, but I still feel the sting just as strong. Looking over, I see Robinsong watching her kits play in the clearing. Hazelkit is among them. Even though Robinsong is not her mother, she treats Hazelkit like she is her own. Although, Robinsong and I never told them that she isn't the mother, thinking it is for the best.

At least Hazelkit seems to enjoy playing with the other kits, I think to myself as I glance at Whitekit. He is sitting on the outer rim of the clearing watching the other kits in disgust. Whitekit never seems to get along with any of the cats, always walking away from acting like a kit. I know that he is anxious to become an apprentice, and I don't blame him. When I walk over to stand in front of him, he doesn't even glance up.

"Whitekit, why aren't you playing with the other kits?" I ask him, completely exasperated by having to motivate him all the time. He doesn't move or speak for a while until he turns to face me. "I am almost an apprentice, Pineshadow, and I don't want to play with kits anymore." He meowed, his voice cold and final. Sighing, I walked over to Robinsong. "I am going out to hunt" I say, even though the fresh kill pile is full. She gazes at my face with a sympathetic and understanding expression.

"Ok, I will watch over the kits until you come back." With that, I turn and head to the forest, the only place I feel free. Walking first, I break past the camp wall, then start to run when there are no cats in sight. The sun is just right on my back as I run faster to the place where I am comforted. I close my eyes, just feeling the wind through my fur, for only a second until I reach it. The very ground where I buried Brightflower.

I come here everyday, to remember and talk to her. I know she can hear me in Starclan. Closing my eyes, I lye down next to where would be, and slow my breathing until I am asleep.

My eyes flash open in surprise when I wake up the next day. The first thing to flash in my mind is, fox. I lye there, not moving a muscle, not knowing what to do except be still. I can tell that it is close because of the nauseating wave of stench that is now choking me. I lay there for what seems like forever until I'm itching to go back to camp. Not moving the rest of my body, I turn my head so slowly that it hurt. The fox is no where in sight, but I still don't move. Trying to attack a fox alone is just mouse-brained.

Painstakingly slow, I begin to rise off the ground, still not sure where the fox was. As soon as I am off the ground, I bound through the forest until I am bursting into the camp. Every cat in the clearing has their eyes on me in an instant. I don't pay much attention to them as I walk straight up to Silverstar. "Pineshadow? What's wrong?" he asks with concern. I don't skip a beat when I reply.

"I smelled a fox in the forest today, so strong that it made my nose itch. It might even be more than one. We need to set up patrols to get them off of our territory." My words are fast, but he understands. "Thanks you, Pineshadow, for the information." He replies and motions Snowbreeze from the other side of the clearing to join us. "Snowbreeze, I need you to inform everyone, when you set up patrols, to watch for any foxes." He tells her with an even tone, not wanting to frighten her.

Snowbreeze doesn't get scared often, always being confident and orderly. Her only exception of sympathy is kits, something she would never harm in her life. But I see a shadow of fear in her eyes as Silverstar mentions the fox. But she holds her confidence and nods. As she stalks away, I turn to Silverstar confused. "Aren't we going to tell the whole clan about the fox?" He shakes his head, "I don't want to worry them if there is no reason to." His tone is simple and to the point, so I don't argue.

Walking away, I see Whitekit by the fresh kill pile. I stalk over to look him straight in the face. "Whitekit, I am ordering you to play with the other kits. Get in trouble for all I care. Just have some fun." I meow. He looks at me like I am crazy, "Why, I don't want to play with them, they don't like to fight with claws unsheathed." It is my turn to look bewildered. "What do you mean fight with claws unsheathed? Do you fight like that Whitekit?" I demand of him as he gazes at me with no emotion.

"Why should you care Pineshadow? You've never been much of a father. Why the sudden interest?" I watch him as he says this, my pelt burning with anger. "Why should I care! It's against the warrior code Whitekit!" I start to shout, but lower my voice when I see cats start to look over. "I'm not a warrior yet, so I don't have to follow the code." My jaw dropped in astonishment, what is he talking about? Where did he get this idea from? Then all I could feel was fury as I reply. "Well you're going to be one, so start acting like one."

His face still has no emotion as he meows, "That's the point, I'm trying to act like a Warrior. I don't want to play with all these kits." All I can do at this point is give up, "Then just go to the nursery, Whitekit. Now! And I don't want to hear anymore about you fighting with claws unsheathed." I say as I am stalking away. I can't let him become like this. Somehow, he is going to become the best Warrior a clan can have, and I will be the one to turn him around.

A/N- Ok. I hope you liked it, and please R&R if you liked it.