Short Story
Nobody like Sandstorm
(I am writing my own short version of 'Out of the Wild', that is the first book of the Warriors series)
"Firepaw, this is Spottedleaf", Whitestorm meowed. He had told Firepaw that Spottedleaf was ThunderClan's medicine cat. Firepaw stared into her beautiful amber-green eyes. Her tortoiseshell patterned fur illuminated her kind character in the crisp evening. "Well," Whitestorm began interrupting the silence and noticing the glances Firepaw and Spottedleaf were exchanging, "medicine cats are not allowed to have a family - no kits. Firepaw stopped looking at the heart-warming she-cat and went to find Graystripe - the apprentice who introduced him to the clan. Before his arrival in ThunderClan, Firepaw lived with his house folk (owners) and lived a straight forward life as a kittypet (kittypet = house cat), now it is the opposite.
Sandpaw and Dustpaw glared at Firepaw when he padded into the apprentice's den (apprentices = cats training to become warriors). "I suppose you expected your two legged house folk to come and feed you," Sandpaw sneered, then she looked at Dustpaw with round eyes. "Uh, and you are not clan born." "Leave him alone Sandpaw, you're just jealous that Buestar the clan leader invited him to stay!", Graypaw meowed. Firepaw gave him a grateful look. But, before washing his paws, Firepaw peeked over to Sandpaw, when there gazes met Firepaw just continued washing his paws.
"Firepaw, Graypaw, Lionheart, and Darkstripe, you are going on a hunting patrol," the cold-hearted deputy - Tigerclaw, ordered (deputy = next to become leader). Firepaw and his patrol bounded of into the forest. "Let's try hunting by snake rocks, prey has bound to be hiding in the cracks," Lionheart told them. "Sounds good, but, I would have chosen the owl tree, anyway let's go!" Darkstripe countered.
When the patrol returned a shriek of horror awaited them. "What has happened," Lionheart demanded. Willowpelt, the cat who had wailed, whispered something to Lionheart. "Oh no, we must alert Bluestar and the Clan," Lionheart ordered. "What has happened?", Firepaw asked. "You will find out soon enough," Darkstripe said with a smirk on his face. Bluestar jumped onto her high rock and called in the clan.
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for an emergency clan meeting," Bluestar called, and her voice wrung around the hollow. Cats emerged from their dens. Firepaw and Graypaw sat in the front and Firepaw noticed that Willowpelt had emerged from behind Highrock carrying a somber gaze. Lionheart, Darkstripe and other Warriors joined in. Longtail with his apprentice Swiftpaw entered through the thorn tunnel entrance and sat beside Lionheart. Dustpaw and Sandpaw stumbled out of the apprentices den and dragged the queens out of their den (queens are she-cats expecting or nursing kits). Goldenflower who was one of the lead queens helped the elders into the clearing with the rest of the cats milling about to find a spot. "Eh-hum," Bluestar began, "You all know that we have been having difficulties with ShadowClan lately (ShadowClan is another group of cats)," "Spottedleaf is dead," Screams of dismay, hollers of worry, and gasps of grief rose from the crowd below. Meanwhile, Firepaw just stared at his paws. He thought to himself 'Why her? Why Spottedleaf? The most friendly and beautiful cat I knew. I didn't even get to know her!' Feline tears began streaming down his face and all of the noise around him seemed to die down, he was… alone. Firepaw began to tune in when ShadowClan was brought to the conversation. "What if ShadowClan killed her!", the eldest elder - One-eye, called out. "Stop!", Bluestar interrupted the argument, "Someone investigate Spottedleaf's… body." Whitestorm and Firepaw bounded up to her and Firepaw took one last look into her beautiful amber-green eyes and he saw, longing and love in them. Whitestorm sniffed and her, there were some bite marks in the neck. "Everyone, ShodowClan's scent is on her," he paused "To be exact I think it was Blackfoot," Whiteestorm told them. With that there was no more talk, Halftail, Smallear, Dappletail, One-Eye and Patchpelt - the elders - carried her limp body to the clearing for her mourning vigil. Almost all of the clan came and settled into a circle by her. Bluestar was the first, she leaped down and lay down by her head. Then Firepaw, he nestled up by her eyes and watched his lost love's eyes slowly lose their light. The other apprentices came at the edge of the crowd to let the older Warriors gets chance. Darkstripe, Tigerclaw and Longtail lingered on the outside and soon suspiciously returned to their dens.
4 moons (months) later
"Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather beneath high rock for a clan meeting," Bluestar called, and all cats assembled as they did with the previous meeting. Firepaw noticed Lionheart looking at them, he nodded approvingly. Firepaw, Graypaw, Sandpaw, and Dustpaw were all about to become Warriors - it was their Warrior ceremony! That is when with all of the training as an apprentice they finally become a Warrior that means that they are recognized a full member of the clan, can go around their territory by themselves, and have more 'options' and respect. Bluestar shot a proud glance at Firepaw, he was her apprentice and before he was a kittypet that would soon earn his respect. Darkstripe looked at him, too and gave a contemptuous snort. "As you all know these 4 apprentices are ready to become clan Warriors," Bluestar purred.
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