Wildkit padded along the edge of the river. His family had left him, told him to look for this so called "RiverClan" but so far he had seen nothing. His tail bristled as something rustled in the distance. He didn't want to be here, but since he had no other choice he had to. He cautiously edged over to the reeds. Something hit him and he fell into a shallow pool of water. He stood and growled. "Hey, get back here. I dare you." He was six moons old, ready to be an apprentice, amd ready to fight. It hit him again, a flash of calico fur and then it was gone. He sat there shocked.
Lostpaw cowered in the reeds on the other side of the cat. Her calico fur bristled as she looked at him. She wasn't a RiverClanner, she had been sent by some otger apprentices from PineClan to attack RiverClan, but now she was afraid. She tasted the air. "Hey, you're not a RiverClanner." She meowed and then yowled as she gave away her cover.
He shook his head, "No, you aren't either. Who are you?" He eyed the little she-cat with curiosity. His fur felt hit as she slipped closer with hesitation.
"I am Lostpaw... I-" Something cracked in the distance. She scented RiverClan, heavily hanging in the air. She rushed and hid in the reeds with Wildkit.