A small gray cat, known as Owlkit, ran across a sheet of ice. Her paws thumped across the ground with each step, and her heart was pounding. I need to go faster! She encouraged herself to keep moving, and shot a quick glance over her shoulder. Oh no! It’s still following me!
Close behind her was a polar bear. It had blood stained claws and a scary smile. Owlkit tried to outrun this monster, but it was no use. A scream escaped her jaws as the polar bear grabbed Owlkit. It’s sharp teeth jabbed into her flesh, and it’s eyes lit up with pleasure. She would become dinner to this polar bear any second. Her life would end, and she would joinStarclan. Tears slipped down her cheek, and at the last moment she said, “Goodbye world.”
“Owlkit, wake up!” All of a sudden her eyes shot open. It was all just a dream. I’m not dead. A black and white tom was looking down at her, giggling. “Did you have a nightmare?”
“Yeah, I did.” Her face turned red in embarrassment. The dream was so real, so vivid. She shivered at the thought, and quickly focused her attention on Whalepaw. “Why do you care?”
“Because . . .” he paused, only to start talking again, “you needed to wake up so we can play!” Whalepaw lunged at her, and they both went tumbling into camp. She laughed the entire time, playfully slapping him across the face.
“You stand no chance against me,” he teased, and easily pinned her down. “See?” his whiskers twitched in amusement. “You suck at fighting.”
“Do not!” she argued, trying to wiggling out of his grasp. They were best friends, and constantly spent time together. “Fine.” She huffed, pretending to be angry. “I’ll admit I suck at fighting, if you admit you’re fat!” Owlkit held in a laugh.
“Hey, I’m not fat! You’re . . . you’re . . .” he trailed off, trying to think of a playful-insult. “You’re a mousebrain!”
“Oh yeah? Take that back!” Owlkit was about to nip his ear when all of a sudden she looked up and saw her mother watching them. “Hi Amberleaf. Were you here the entire time?” She felt her ears getting hot.
“Yes, and I heard everything.” Her mother teased, gazing down at Owlkit will affection. “Now stop play-fighting. We need to get ready.”
“Ready for what?” she blinked in confusion and stood up.
“Your apprentice ceremony, of course!” A deep purr rumbled in her mother’s throat.
“Really?” Owlkit gasped, her tail twitching in excitement. “That’s great news!” She exchanged a glance with Whalepaw, who looked equally as happy.
“Now come on, Bearstar is waiting for us!” Amberleaf escorted her daughter to the center of camp. Everyone had gathered beneath a large rock, and there was a spot in front reserved just for Owlkit. Her chest swelled with pride as she took her rightful place next to the other kits. They each wore a colorful smile on their faces, waiting for Bearstar to begin.
He was a large cat who had brown fur and stunning orange eyes. He could give you a hard glare, or the sweetest look. Either way, his eyes were something you never forgot. Owlkit knew very well, and looked up at him in amazement. One day, I want to be like Bearstar.
There was a kind smile on the leader’s face as he raked his gaze over everyone. “Owlkit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Owlpaw. Your mentor will be Moosefur. I hope he will pass down all he knows on to you.”
Owlpaw’s chest swelled with pride as she rose to touch noses with her mentor. The embrace sent her heart fluttering, and before long she was among her clanmates, chatting away. Whalepaw had a grin on his face, while her mother couldn’t stop purring.
Everyone seemed so happy, and in result she felt the same. I hope every day is like this! Owlpaw scanned over the group of cats. They all lived a tough life in the arctic. Times were hard, and many died. But, today there would be no problems. Today Owlpaw had become an apprentice, and for a moment everything seemed perfect. But how long will this last?