Legend Of Moonpaw

NOTE: The author of this story can be found on Wildworks Writing Wiki.

Prologue
"Moonpaw, it's about time we went back- we've caught seven deer! This should be enough for the clan, besides, we're wandering towards ThunderClan, and we can't risk getting our prey stolen." Littlepaw mewed gently.

"Don't worry, Littlepaw, you can go back, I'm just going to get those fish." Moonpaw responded with a flick of her tail.

Littlepaw let out a sigh and began to walk away back towards the RiverClan camp. Not until her ears perked up and the scent of ThunderClan being near did she realize that Moonpaw was getting assaulted by ThunderClan. The current leader, Orangestar, would most definitely be among the warriors of ThunderClan for an evening patrol. Littlepaw yelped and rushed back, but she saw a fallen ThunderClan warrior and a limping Moonpaw before she could speak.

"What happened?" she mewed nervously.

"I was able to fend them off. We should go back now, just in case more come." Moonpaw meowed reassuringly.

"But Moonpaw... your leg's hurt." Littlepaw protested warmly.

Moonpaw shook her head. "I'll be fine, Daisypelt can get it bandaged and give me some medicine if I do need it."

Littlepaw nodded and mewed in reply. "If you say so, just don't go around hunting so deep into the forests like that- we could get lost or captured or hurt- and no way am I gonna let you nearly starve and eat our biggest catch! I can't let you get punished like last time, you know," Littlepaw meowed uncertainly.

Moonpaw nodded. "I understand," she mewed.

When the two apprentices arrived back at camp, it was quarter past dawn. It would be unfair to the rest of the clan if they ate before others woke, so the two simply trotted back to their dens, unable to eat or get wounds tended too. So by the time everyone else woke up, Moonpaw and Littlepaw were in a deep sleep.