fifteen-twenty moons ago, when she was still an apprentice of nine moons Flamepaw climbed up onto the rock. It had been a long day of training, and now her mentor was cross with her. She couldn't understand why. All she had done was slipped past the border into rogue lands. That's where the best prey was, after all. And she had caught something too! A big, juicy rabbit, only faintly tainted by rogues. But had they been happy for her successful hunt? NO! They had just told her to go to camp, drop it off, and then do the elder's ticks. Now, after she had finished, she was grumpy. Her paws felt gross after touching the elders' greasy fur, and she was exhausted. This was not what she thought being an apprentice would be like. She was a smart young cat, good at hunting and fighting, but often others called her boastful or arrogant. Of course she didn't care. She had her cousins, Havenpaw and Fawnpaw, and her best friend and crush, Fallenpaw. "Three moons," She found herself mewing out loud. "I can last that long." Could she? She didn't really know. Flamepaw was also hungry, and that made her cross. Her mentor had said no fresh-kill until she finished with the elders, but by the time she finished, all the good prey was taken, and she was left with half a soggy mouse. Trying to distract herself, she decided to come up with some random warrior names. Maybe she could suggest them to the leader! Of course, she would have to take their word for it. Flameheart. Flamewhisker. Flameleaf. Flamewing. Flamesky. Flame/star/. Maybe one day she could be a leader. She wouldn't punish apprentices if they took prey from unclaimed land. She would be a good leader, kind. "Flamestar," She meowed, getting used to the sound. "Flamestar." One day she would be a leader. She made a silent vow. Staring out into the sunset, she said one last thing. "I can wait."
all by yours truly :D was really bored sooo here you go it's placed when she's an apprentice hence the "paw"
