Mmmm... Mayonaisse... Er- um, hullo! Okay, today I am extreamly bored, so I'm gonna make this a veeeeeery creepy chap about Whisperpaw's dumb fears! YAY FEAR!
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Well, it seems the names were a hit. Also, free cookies all around! hands out cookies My gramma made 'em just for you! Oh, and watch out, I'm planning a super sad ending to this story. Sorry. Also in this story, a major villian is introduced now! It's written in his POV for awhile. And guess who he is grandfather of? That's right! Tigerstar himself. Ciao!
Glitterpool
Thicketfur led Whisperpaw through the ThunderClan territory eagerly, giving her little time to catch up. She barely paused to show her landmark trees and rocks as she dove through the undergrowth, desperate to catch up with Smallpaw and Stripedpelt.
Whisperpaw didn't mind- she was actually still concentrating compleatly on her horrible past. No, she didn't deserve this! She should be where she was born! But if she wasn't here now, neither would Smallpaw be...
She furiously shook her head. No! She belonged. She had lived here for three moons, and the Clan had accepted her in a heartbeat. None of her siblings had given her any trouble about it, except maybe Moonkit... But Moonkit had problems of her own, expected to be as good a hunter as her mother, looking just like her. Could that be the source of her edginess?
Whisperpaw held in a growl of contempt. Why was she even thinking this way? As a kit, all she'd ever wanted was to see the briliant ThunderClan, to join its ranks and be part of something... But now, where was all of that? Was glory and belonging not enough for her?
No, that was the problem. It was too much. A non-Clanborn kit shouldn't be in the purest of all Clans. It just wasn't right!
"Whisperpaw! You're lagging! Keep up, you lumpy ball of fur!" It was her mentor, yowling in a playful way. Whisperpaw almost rolled her eyes. She could scent her brother just ahead, so why the rush?
"I'm coming, Thicketfur," she grumbled.
Smallpaw had apparently scented her too, because a moment later he came crashing through the ravine at top speed. He slipped easily under the bracken, his small ears swiveled toward his sister. "Whisperpaw!" he called excitedly. "Look! My first fresh-kill!"
It was then that she noticed he was mumbling around a small red-furred rabbit. "Good catch!" she called. "You must've been running like a WindClan warrior!"
He purred back, rubbing his gray-patched head against her tabby one.
Stripedpelt gazed down at his apprentice and his little sister forlornly. What kind of a kit could be so close to a sibling? He was barely even close with his mate! Well, the dark brown tabby thought, it can't be helped. Sometimes kits were born like that, so defected as to care. What in the warrior code said you had to be caring?
"Smallpaw," he nearly shuddered as he spoke his apprentice's name. Such a weak name, even for him! "Smallpaw, don't you think we should get back to training?" he said gruffly.
"Sure," he swiveled around and padded back to his mentor.
Such little defiance! He would grow to be a weak warrior. His first apprentice... Such a disapointment. He should've been Whisperpaw's mentor. Then at least he would only have to train her for a moon!