OK, this is my insane little shot at a story with a cat that Erin Hunter made up. GASP!!! Dear Starclan, don't let me butcher Tallstar. So, anyway, this is little Tallpaw, with his mentor who I am looking up after I finish typing my AN, from Tallpaw's POV, when he first sees Fourtrees. Well, sorta Tallpaw. It's more Tallstar telling it to some kits or something. Cliché, I know, but, still, I've heard from reviewers of my other story, The Storm of WindClan, that they, or one of them, wants to see something with a cat that's not homemade, so, yeah! On with the Tallpaw!
More AN: Does anyone know if Dawnstripe is a tom or a she-cat? Cause, it doesn't say in the book . . . For the purpose of this story, Ol' Dawny stripes is a she-cat. lol, that was dumb.
"Tallpaw! Keep up!" I heard my mentor yell at me as I slowly wandered towards the group, which was swiftly getting far ahead of me.
"Uh, coming Dawnstripe!" I dashed toward her, hardly stopping in time. "Are we there yet?" I asked, knowing full well I sounded like an overexcited kit.
"What's it look like to you, Tallpaw?" I looked around.
"It looks like we don't have that much farther to go, that's what it looks like." I replied. Ah, what days. I had been quite the smart alec.
"I think you're right. Now, I'm going to go ahead so that the group knows they didn't lose us. You can take all the time you want now." She nodded to me and dashed off. Finally! I swayed left to right on my path, taking in every detail. A little bug on a rock near a patch of clovers. A blade of grass that had been almost chewed through near a leaf that had fallen from a tree half a fox length away that had a squirrel sitting in it. I finally mustered up my courage, and walked in. Wow. Wow. Wow. Have I said 'wow' yet? Cause, wow. It seemed like the only thing I could comprehend. Wow. Alright, so, I saw the leaders, majestic and mighty, atop the great rock, the moonlight pooling onto their fur, leaving a silvery gleam. The deputies around the bottom of the rock, the cats around the deputies, I payed them no mind. The entire gathering, my eyes never left those leaders. I never even moved from that spot until Dawnstripe made me move.
No, I never planned to be leader. I would have been content just to stare at them from the ground, to trot along at the back of the group, to take in every new detail for every gathering. Not that I regret being a leader. It is my hope that, perhaps, some young WindClan apprentice will come to a gathering, and lag behind his mentor, and watch the silvery moonlight fall onto the pelts of the leaders atop the great rock.
"Do you really think so?" The tiny white tom kit with dark brown stripes on his legs, ears, and puffy tail looked up with wide, fiery orange eyes.
"Of course I do Stripekit. Now, go off to sleep." The kit nodded and raced off, tail held high.
Lol, so sorry. I dunno if it came up in Storm of WindClan, but before Deadtail became Deadtail, he was Stripepaw. So, I apologize for the reference. I can't help it!
