Trust Again

The sun shone through the green leaves, spreading patches of sunlight and warmth everywhere throughout Thunderclan's territory. The devastating fire, the terrible reign of the Mistwalker, and the harsh Leafbare that followed had finally given way to Greenleaf, bursting into life as if the tragic past few moons had never happened. Plants had quickly budded and grow leaves, flowers were blooming and birds fluttered through the trees, piping their songs into the sky as if they were spreading the good news. Thunderclan's prayers had finally been answered.
Thunderclan's territory wasn't the only thing healing. For Leafstorm, it was plain to see how his clan's good fortune seemed to affect his clanmates. Smiles came easily to their faces, and they were quick to joke. Warriors were relaxing in the sun, purring and sharing tongues peacefully. Apprentices were laughing, healthy and fully-fed for the first time in moons. Kits played outside the nursery. It was like Thunderclan had been reborn.

A tall brown warrior smiled for the first time in moons, watching his clan with pride. A hunting patrol had just returned laden with healthy prey. The tabby's smile grew as the cats dropped their catches onto the already-heaping pile or walked among their clanmates, settling down beside a friend with their latest catch. The trials of Leafbare seemed so far away now, it was easy to forget what Thunderclan had lost.
Leafstorm's smile faded and he heaved himself to his feet, giving his well-groomed fur a shake to dispel any dust that could be clinging to it. Birdflight had insisted that he care for himself more, although he'd gladly sacrifice any free time he had for his clan. The tall tom's short tail twitched as he slowly walked towards the entrance of camp. If it had been longer, it would've been flicking behind him. The warrior grimaced- another reminder of that terrible day. He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts out of his head. He should be grateful for his clan's good fortune. But just because the weather was fair didn't mean a warrior didn't have his duties. The only way they'd be able to grow stronger was if they continued to provide ample food for everyone. 'Speaking of apprentices,' The large warrior thought to himself, watching as a playful gaggle of apprentices scampered through camp, their mentors sharing tongues in the center of camp. There was one apprentice who Leafstorm had yet to see run and play. His newest apprentice, a young tom by the name of Wolfpaw.
Leafstorm would be lying if he didn't say he was scared to take on another apprentice. After the devastating deaths of Flowerpaw and Coyotefang, both cats who Leafstorm thought of as children, he could hardly enjoy a hunt without being bombarded by painful memories.
He took a shaky breath, padding through the crowd towards the apprentice's den. He wouldn't get close to this one; the world was a dangerous place, and Leafstorm couldn't take another heartbreak.
"Wolfpaw." And suddenly the senior warrior was in the apprentice's den, prodding the young tom's side with one paw. "We're going hunting; the prey is running well and it's a beautiful day."
Starclan, help me.

Wolfpaw laid around in the apprentice den. He hasn’t seen his mentor yet and he didn’t even know what he looked like. The large tom was nervous to meet his mentor but also excited at the same time. Even though Wolfpaw had been an apprentice for more than a week he didn’t dare go out into a hunting patrol without having the proper training first. He didn’t want to risk being hurt or worst disabled while out in a patrol. How would he ever become a warrior if his paws were severely hurt or one of his eyes were scratched.

Once Leafstorm entered into the den the tom was still asleep. Seemed like his favorite past time judging by how often he laid around camp everyday. When Leafstorms’ paw was pushed to his side he jumped to his foot paws and looked around. Startled by the sudden force put onto his fluffy body. “What who’s there?!” He quickly made eye contact with the warrior and took a sigh of relief. “I thought you were a rival clan cat trying to sneak up on me.” His sides moved in and out as the tom tried to relax himself. His heart was still beating fairly fast from being startled. “Aren’t warriors suppose to sleep and eat in there own den? Wait are we merging dens? Oh no, that will be fairly cramped but I think we could manage it.” The young apprentice’s mind raced with all these theories. What would it be like having to live with the warriors? How would he have enough space to do anything inside of his den? What would the food sharing be like since everyone would be in one location? He paced around the den and tried to wrap his head around this theory but eventually he was forced to just stop and try to focus on the situation at hand. “Did you say hunting? I’ve never hunted before and I won’t do that without my mentor. He has to teach me everything he knows otherwise I’ll never become a great warrior like him. At least I think he’s a great warrior.”