A story that will be renamed when I get a name o3o

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**Chapter 1**

Winter woke up from her sleep of the sound of food pouring into her bowl. She walked over to it slowly, once reaching the bowl she stretched and looked into the bowl, sniffing it. *Disgusting* She though. She leaped out an open window. She dug her small claws into the wooden fence and pulled herself up. She sat on the edge of the painted white fence and her white fur blew in the wind. The tags on her collar hit each other making a sound like a bell. Her light blue eyes gazed into the depths of the deep forest. She got up about to leap to the grass of the forest when she suddenly heard a voice. "Winter! Winter, honey!" Winter recognized the high pitched voice immediately, her owner. Instead of leaping into the soft green grass of the forest, she hopped down the way she came up into the dead, tan grass of her front yard. She leaped up back through the window and was picked up by her owner. She was put into her soft bed, and her owner walked up to the open window and closed and locked it, she walked into her room and closed the door. Winter closed her eyes and fell to sleep. In the middle of the night she opened her eyes and gazed through the closed window and at the dark night sky. She hopped up on the counter, to see closer through the window. She looked at the forest and saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes. *A clan cat's?* She pawed at the window as the eyes disappeared into the forest. *That's where I'll be soon, a clan cat,* Winter thought. She bounded down from the table and walked to her bed and fell asleep.

**Chapter 2**

Winter forced her eyes open at the bright light of morning. She looked up at the window to see it still hadn't been opened, she bounded up to the counter and pawed at the window. Her owner walked over to it and opened it. Winter leaped out immediately, she scaled the fence and looked into the forest before hopping down from the fence. She felt the soft, damp grass on her paws, she walked through the grass and into the beautiful forest of green. She lapped water from a clear pond before seeing a dark black silhouette of a cat sprinting forward to her. She stayed glued in place, staring at it, wondering what she should do. She was too deep in thought to pay attention, the cat leaped onto her, pinning her down, Winter gasped as the sight of an abnormally large, daunting, feline, its teeth were hue and razor sharp. Winter's small body felt paralyzed from the weight of the other cat. A snarl more intimidating than anything she had ever heard came from his mouth. "What are you doing in RiverClan's territory?!" The large tom hissed. A high-pitched screech managed to slip from her mouth. "You heard me! Or are you too dumb to understand?!" He snarled. "I...I" Winter stuttered, "I didn't know this was your territory!"
"That's what they all say!" he yelled, before picking her up by the neck, his large teeth dug into her neck, he threw her at a tall pine tree. Pain surged through Winter's body, she gasped for air, blood cascading from her wounds. She managed to make out the colors of the cat, dark brown with black stripes, dark brown eyes was the blur she saw. A russet she-cat was then in her vision, yelling something at the tom, who batted Winter's head once more, strong enough for her to pass out.

**Chapter 3**

Winter woke up laying on moss, a dark russet she-cat with beautiful dark blue eyes gazing into her own. Winter gulped in fear, but staying in the place she was, she looked to the side to see seeds, leaves, and plants. She looked back at the russet she-cat, and watched her place leaves on the wounds on her neck, and felt leaves under her on her back. The russet cat dropped seeds by Winter's head, "Eat this," She said in a soft voice. Winter obeyed and ate the seeds. "You can leave now," The she-cat said. Winter got up and an aching pain surged through her body, she kept walking, cats staring at her, she continued through the camp. Once she reached the edge of the camp, *Clan cats!* Winter spun around. She walked back through the camp, when winter stopped at a halt. *Will they accept me? Surely they will, they have little cats.* Winter continued forward, when a black tom appeared in front of her. "Where are you going? Aren't you supposed to be going back to your two-legs?" The black cat asked. Dark green eyes gazed into Winter's own. "I... I wanted to be a part of your clan," Winter said, almost the sound of fear in her voice. "Well then, we don't usually accept outsiders into our clan, but there is a possibility Lionstar would let you in," The pitch black tom said, "By the way, I'm Nightfoot." Nightfoot led Winter to a large tan tom. *That must be Lionstar,* Winter thought. "What is she still doing here?" He asked. "Lionstar, this cat requested to join," Nightfoot told him. Lionstar looked down at Winter, "What is your name?"

"I-I'm Winter,"

"If you really want to join you must go through training as an apprentice, you do look about the right age,"

"So would I be able to join your clan?" Winter asked.

"I suppose so, but you do realize this will mean giving up your kitty-pet life,"

"I do," Winter looked up at the tall tan feline, his dark green eyes gazing into Winter's eyes

"I shall announce your arrival," All of a sudden, Lionstar leaped up to a large rock, he stared down, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the highrock for a clan meeting!"

Lots of cats gathered under the rock, staring up at Lionstar.

"RiverClan is becoming smaller, we need more paws in our clan, so I have decided to take in an outsider to train as an apprentice for RiverClan,"

Cats started to murmur under their breaths.

"Oh please," A light grey cat said, "You don't mean THAT kitty-pet!"

Lionstar gazed down at the cat, "Stonefur, we don't have too many options, the rogue group is attacking too much,"

"That's no excuse to bring in that kitty!" he yelled in disagreement.

"I agree!" A tom shouted, it was the dark brown tabby that had attacked her! "She was hunting in our territory!"

*What? Hunting in your territory?!*

"Winter, is this true?" Lionstar asked, turning his head at Winter.

"No! Of course not! A came to the forest to join a clan!" Winter argued.

"Liar!" The brown tom lied. He threw himself at her, but Winter swiftly bounded to the side, the feline crashing into the highrock. He shook his head, a stream of blood along his face, he grunted and sauntered off to a den. Lionstar looked at her.

"Winter shall be accepted into RiverClan, known as Frostpaw,"