Hi. This is my first fanfiction I'm serious about, so well, please just... don't desert me. XD LOL.
Disclaimer: Only gonna do this once, okay? I don't own Warriors, the Erin Hunters do. The only thing I own are my characters. I'm probably going to have quite a few, but the main characters I'm using of my own, are Emma, Niki, and a suprise character, who will enter in the third chapter. :) So, I repeat, I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS.
"She loves the pencil," Emma commented, trailing off from a conversation she was having with her friend.
"Oh, nah, she hates it," Niki replied sarcastically, grinning.
The two girls sat on the floor, playing with the kitten. Emma dangled the grey pencil in front of her kitten Fern's face, who swatted at it enthusiastically from Emma's hand. Fern batted it around on the floor a couple times, before rolling over with it in her paws.
Niki watched the small blue tortoiseshell-tabby play, while Emma left the room to get drinks.
She returned with two glasses, one filled with orange juice, the other with sarspirilla (aka root beer).
Niki took the sars and Emma sipped her juice. Fern began attacking a white toy mouse that hung from the platform on top of the scratching post.
"But Whitestorm is awesome, you have to admit," Niki said, resuming their previous conversation.
"Well... fine, he's awesome. That make you happy? But Scourge is still best!Emma protested.
The two continued arguing about who was better out of Whitestorm and Scourge, when all of a sudden, Emma dropped her now empty glass. It shattered upon impact with the tiled floor, and Niki dropped hers in suprise.
"Oh, no," Emma moaned. "I'm so bloody clumsy."
Niki started hurriedly apologizing, but Emma ignored it, saying it was fine. She carefully rose, picking her way through the broken glass to get the dustpan and brush. However, as much as she tried to avoid it, Emma stood on a sharp piece of glass, and yelled out.
Niki also got up, and made her way over to Emma. Unfortunately, she didn't do it without also standing on the glass. Niki swore loudly. Fern looked at them with wide eyes, then shot out the room between Emma's legs.
"Lucky cat," Emma said, wincing in pain, as she hobbled away from the glass with Niki by her side. She plonked herself on a random chair and put her bare foot up on the opposite knee. She gently tugged on the small bit of glass, and gingerly held it, as Niki did the same.
Emma had managed to sweep up the glass and put it in a plastic bag, then in the bin, when the two began to feel a little dizzy. Fern had run out of the room earlier, probably to sit and watch the two dogs outside.
"Ugh," Niki groaned, and closed her eyes. Emma held her arms out to steady herself.
Then everything went black.