Disclaimer: If I owned Warriors, I'd make Pip a superhero.
A/N: Some drabble. Dedicated to the parents of Pulkit Singh, who came home after school with his little brother to find both his parents shot to death in late January.
Inspired by the song If Everyone Cared by Nickelback.
EDIT: Oh yes, Spiderpaw and Whitepaw were in the same fic and they spoke to each other. SO THAT MUST MEAN THAT THEY LIKE EACH OTHER AND IT'S A PAIRING.
Come on people, seriously. No offense.
I'm Alive
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"Great StarClan!" Spiderpaw exclaimed angrily, "Why isn't there any prey around here?"
The ThunderClan apprentice paused to sniff at a clump of bracken, only to retreat with a cross expression plastered on his face. Whitepaw stared at him from nearby. The two apprentices were out hunting together.
"It's the best season for prey to be out, and it's not here!" He groaned, clawing the ground, "We've been out since morning and it's almost dusk. And you know what? Not even one piece of fresh-kill!"
Whitepaw stared at him.
"Are you alive?" She asked.
Spiderpaw opened his jaws wide, then took in what she asked him. He closed his mouth slightly, an eyebrow raised.
"What?" He meowed.
"Are you alive?" She repeated calmly.
"What kind...What kind of question is that?" He waved his tail aimlessly and sheathed his claws, wondering if his friend was feeling okay.
"Answer it." Whitepaw mewed.
"Um, yes," Spiderpaw told her, still confused, "Yes, I'm alive."
"Okay, so why are you complaining?"
Spiderpaw hesitated. Whitepaw turned around and began searching for prey, once again.
Silently, Spiderpaw turned and did the same.
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A/N: The moral of this? Be thankful for what you have.
Honestly, I didn't put much effort into this. Reviews will be really nice, though but no flames because I swear to God and whatever you believe in, I will bitch the shit out of you if you do that.
--;Kewix