"Hi Stormpaw and Tigerpaw!" Dustykit mewed,

"Hi Dustykit!" Stormpaw meowed back, "Are you having a good day?"

"Yeah! I can't wait to become an apprentice as well! I will be Dustypaw the best apprentice ever!"

"You mean Dustypaw the worst apprentice ever!" A new voice scoffed, they turned to see one of the older apprentices, Hollypaw, stalking over, a vole dangling from her mouth. "You can't even beat Ivykit in a play fight, and she's a runt!"

Dustykit looked at his little tabby paws, "your right Hollypaw, Brakenstar will never make me an apprentice, I will just fail over and over again,"

"That's no way to talk to a kit when your nearly a warrior!" Stormpaw hissed,

"How are you supposed to know? Your just a half-clan!" Hollypaw snapped. That set Stormpaw off, she hissed and lunged herself at Hollypaw, Hollypaw saw a flash of lightning shoot across Stormpaw's eyes, when her claws met Hollypaw's fur, she could smell burning fur. Stormpaw turned and saw Hollypaw collapse onto the ground, her fur singed where Stormpaw scratched her.

That night Stormpaw couldn't sleep, she couldn't help thinking of the burn marks she left on Hollypaw, Whitechest, the clan's medicine cat, had put marigold on the slightly burnt part of Hollypaws skin, the only seven cats of the whole clan still trusted her. Runningtail, Sprucepelt, Lightpaw, Ashpaw, Dawnpaw, Tigerpaw and Dustykit. Ravenfeather had hissed at her when she came to close to the nursery. Do the still like me? She thought, or are they afraid of me? The thought of it sent a shiver down her spine.

Her dreams were filled with thunder and lightning, and cats dying, but a voice echoed through her mind, one that was vaguely familiar, Ash and Fire will fall and storm will save the clan...

Sorry that this chapter is short, I was not sure what to wright!