Challenge Name: I'm a Rebel
Word Count: Minimum 300 words
Description: Write about a cat breaking rules. This can include kits sneaking out of camp, apprentices being mouse-brained, anything like that.
Extra Info: Only OC's
A small cat stalked toward the entrance to the camp, the moon shining on her black fur. Her bright amber eyes flashed as she glanced around warily, her ears pricking at the sound of snoring from the warriors den.
"Moonpaw! Dustpaw! Let's go!" she hissed toward the cave behind her. Two more cats stepped from the den and stumbled toward the first, looking around in suspicion. One, a tiny silver she-cat with electric blue eyes, ran toward her and stood confidently next to her.
"I'm ready Firepaw! Where should we go first?" Firepaw walked forward, hardly sparing her a glance.
"Toward the LightClan border, of course," she said. The last cat, a brown and black tom, ran forward, his green eyes narrowing slightly.
"What do you mean? We're about to be made warriors! And Moonpaw still isn't big enough to handle a full grown fighter!" he hissed. The silver she-cat looked at him over her shoulder.
"Hey!" she said indignantly. Firepaw looked back.
"Be quiet, both of you! And I'm sure she'll be fine, Dustpaw. After all, our father is Goldenthorn! The greatest warrior either clan has ever seen!" Dustpaw tossed his head irritably. They exited the camp silently and headed into the rocks.
"Which way now?" Moonpaw asked. Firepaw paused and scented the air.
"This way," she said arrogantly, heading confidently into the swath of boulders ahead of her. Her two siblings followed more humbly, cautiously leaping over the rocks to get to the other side safely, whilst their sister simply jumped over, not bothering to check for sharper stones. They finally reached the border and stopped just on their side of it. "Look at that. Nothing," Firepaw said. The three cats stood under the stars and stared over the border at the barren grassland.
"Nothing," Moonpaw agreed. Dustpaw looked toward a heather bush near them.
"Well, there is the tom hiding in the bushes," he said sarcastically. The two she-cats gazes whipped over to the plant as a large, powerful white tom stepped out. His silver eyes flashed at Dustpaw as he walked forward.
"Who are you?" he asked. Moonpaw hopped forward.
"My name is Moonpaw! The black she-cat is my sister, Firepaw, and the mouse-brain over here is my brother, Dustpaw. What's your name?" the tom looked down on the tiny cat, and Firepaw had the distinct impression that he was not impressed with the apprentices excited babbling.
"I'm called Icepaw," he said shortly. Firepaw stared at the tom, and their gazes met. Silver flashed at gold, and black nodded at white. Firepaw stepped forward as she felt that this tom would not hurt them- her at least -and quietly introduced them a bit more.
"We are apprenticed to Yarrowclaw, Ratfur, and Tallgaze of DarkClan, and are only getting to know the territory a bit more before we become warriors in a few days time," Icepaw looked at her warmly.
"And that involves staring over at my territory?" he teased. Firepaw opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off when Dustpaw nudged her and hissed into her ear.
"Firepaw, it's almost moonhigh, we need to get back if we want any sleep before training tomorrow morning," he said. Firepaw nodded and turned, her mind still caught by the handsome toms silver eyes. Moonpaw and Dustpaw sprinted into the boulders, and Firepaw turned one last time.
"Will I see you again?" she asked Icepaw softly. He blinked at her slowly, his eyes lighting up.
"Only if you wish it," and with a flick of her long black tail, Firepaw had disappeared into her own territory.