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The moon was high in the sky as the cats made their way through the forest. They were on patrol and approaching the thunder path.
“Remember to look out for monsters.” Fireheart reminded his apprentice. Jerma gave him a nod and followed him while trying to listen to anything suspicious in the area. “uh, guys..?” Graystripe called out from close by. He was looking at something on the ground.
Jerma and Fireheart made their way to the gray tom and looked down at their feet. There was a dead squirrel on the ground.
“It smells like Shadowclan to me.” Graystripe said and poked at the squirrel with his paw. Jerma picked up the dead squirrel with his hand and looked at it closer. “Yes, I agree..,” he said and looked at his mentor. “Should we go tell Bluestar?” he asked and Fireheart nodded. The 3 started walking back to the camp.
Once there they went to Bluestar's den and woke her up. “Bluestar! We found a dead squirrel with Shadowclan's scent next to the thunderpath!” Graystripe reported to the half awake leader.
“what..?” She squinted before getting up and smelling the squirrel in Jerma's hand. “That's definitely Shadowclan… this means war..” she stated and walked out of the den. She jumped up to make a clan announcement. The clan cats started gathering around the rock, looking sleepy and confused. It was still nighttime after all.
Bluestar announced that they would be attacking the Shadowclan camp right now and that she would need all warriors and apprentices to join.
The warriors arrived at Shadowclan's camp a bit before sunrise and attacked.
Jerma saw his mentor, Fireheart, being attacked by two Shadowclan cats. He grabbed one of them and pulled him off of Fireheart, only to be attacked himself. Two more cats jumped at him. He couldn't do much without claws so he just covered his face with his hands.
The battle lasted for a while before Thunderclan won. as they started to gather to take some fresh kill from the Shadowclan camp Fireheart noticed Jerma was missing. He looked around before spotting his apprentice laying on the ground in a pool of blood.
“Jerma!” he called as he rushed over to him. “Jerma, no! You can't die yet! Not before you get your warrior name!” Fireheart cried out. “I'm not dead yet..” Jerma said weakly. “But I don't have much time left.. I'll be with Starclan soon..” a tear rolled down Jerma's cheek as he spoke. “can I… Can you tell me what my Warrior name would have been..?” he asked while reaching up to pet Fireheart's head.
Fireheart leaned his forehead against Jerma's hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.. Yes, I can..” he whispered. “Your Warrior name is.. Jerma985,” Fireheart laid his head against Jerma and cried. “Thank you, Fireheart.. Thank you for teaching me to be a warrior…” Jerma said before closing his eyes.
It was quiet for a while after that. Jerma was dead and Fireheart didn't know what to do now. Graystripe walked over and sat down next to him. “He's hunting with Starclan now..” He said quietly while wrapping his tail around Fireheart. The ginger tom nodded and sniffled. “yeah.. he is..”