Hello, Hello, Hello. My name is the MegaMunchkin here with another warriors fanfiction. It's been a while due to the fact that I had a serious case of writer's block. But I got an idea, so I hope you like it.
"Eaglekit, stay in the nursery," Duskfur shouted at the adventurous kit as he wandered towards the camp entrance. Duskfur ran over to him, grabbed him by the scruff and took him back to the nursery.
"Mom, stop it. I want to see the forest." Eaglekit complained, squirming to break free of her grip.
"You're to young to go into the forest yet, plus, with all the tension with our clan having 2 leaders instead of 1, war could break out at any time, and what would happen if you got caught in the middle of it," Duskfur explained.
"But I'm almost an apprentice," Eaglekit argued back.
"Almost doesn't mean you are," Duskfur stated. Eaglekit looked up at her.
"Don't worry though, you'll be an apprentice soon enough," Duskfur said sympathetically.
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Eaglekit woke up early the next morning to the sound of shouting from the leaders den. He tiptoed out of the nursery to see what was going on.
"Pyrostar, if you think that I should be demoted to deputy, then you are dead wrong," One leader shouted.
"Well you have no reason to argue. I was the original leader of Windclan, so you either go down to deputy or take your cats and leave this clan forever." Pyrostar shouted back. There was a moment of silence, then a flurry of clawing and screeching sounded from den. Pyrostar and Sandstar rolled out of the den, locked together in full-out, hand to hand combat. They rolled around on the ground, clawing and spitting. A couple warriors ran over to the 2 grappling cats. One of which Eaglekit knew as the deputy, Stormtalon, who had saved him from drowning in a river. Once they were split apart, Pyrostar looked at Sandstar, pure hatred in his eyes.
"Get out of my clan, along with all of you're mouse-brained cats before I rip you fur off." Pyrostar said shakily.
"I'd like to see you try," Sandstar taunted.
"Don't play games with me Sandstar, we may both be leaders, but only I have the 9 lives that Starclan gives to leaders," Pyrostar spat back. All the sudden, Sandstar looked a bit nervous.
"Fine, we don't need your clan. We can make our own." Sandstar.
"Well, if any of your cats from your "clan" cross our border, I'll let my warriors rip out you fur and scratch out your eye's," Pyrostar said, and without another word, he stormed back into the den.
