I had this idea at 10:00 at night reading a random fic. I thought, "What if Warriors were to make a movie of Into the Wild? How would the actors or actresses act? Badly? Well? You know well is such a funny word, you want to say 'good', but it's well not good… anyway I'm rambling.

I hope you like it. This is an attempt of a long running fic that I don't have to plan out first. A fic I can just update without ruining it with my 'on the spot' ideas.

I'm rambling again…

Enjoy.

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Auditions:

Many apprentices bubbled with excitement. The whole forest clearing was filled with lots of energy and apprentices of all different shapes and colors.

I remembered why I was here. I had seen the ad for Into the Wild: The Movie auditions and had decided to come.

"Quiet, quiet!" A large gray cat yelled from a boulder. The crowd hushed immediately.

"Okay," another cat who was clearly in charge began, "These are auditions for Into the Wild: The Movie correct?"

The whole crowd nodded with bubbly excitement. My bright orange fur was standing on end nervously.

A small brown she-cat stood up, "If you are auditioning for Sandpaw please come with me." Hundreds of bright orange to cream colored she-cats slowly followed her away from the clearing.

A larger brown tom yowled, "If you are auditioning for Firepaw please follow me."

"That's me!" I thought excitedly. I joined the other couple hundred 'Firepaw's' and followed the brown tom.

In the distance as we padded away I heard, "The Ravenpaw, Graypaw and Dustpaw auditions will wait for a little longer."

The brown tom had lead the group to a new clearing where there were many slim, black she-cats waiting. They made us form into a straight line to receive a number. I stood behind a rather large orange tom, and in front of a tiny dull orange apprentice.

"You really think you're going to win this role," the tom sneered at me.

"I'm going to try," I replied quickly.

"Next!"

The scrawny orange apprentice pushed me forwards.

A black she-cat was there with a piece of bark ready to record what I said with her long, trimmed claws.

"Name?" she asked.

"Sunpaw," I answered.

"Age?"

"Eight moons," I replied.

"Pelt color?"

"Orange." This was getting ridiculous.

"Eye color?"

"Green."

"Thank you," the she-cat swung a large tag on a string around my neck that had the number 145 on it. "You will follow Blackfeather to your audition."

"Thank you," I replied.

I found Blackfeather's group, which was made up of 15 other orange toms like me.

Blackfeather lead us down a path into a small cave where three toms were waiting.

"You all are going to say your names and tell us a little about yourself, okay?" a white tom asked.

"Okay," the group chorused.

The brown tom in the back hit a button on a camera. The first tom from the group stood up on the rock.

"My name is Flamepaw and I like to hunt and fight…"

"My name is…"

There were several more before my turn came around.

"Number 145."

"My name is Sunpaw," I meowed excitedly, but carefully, "and I am a hunter at heart. I love mice and voles. I also love being around family and friends and just having a good time. I like looking for the bright side of things… and I would be honored to get this part." Oops. Was that a bit too cheesy?

One of the toms whispered something to Blackfeather who responded.

"Number 146."

"My name is Glarepaw…" a gruff orange tom meowed.

The rest of the group finished their auditions and Blackfeather lead us back to the beginning clearing where many of the cats stayed and hung around.

"Hi," meowed a gray tom cat, "I'm Skypaw. What's your name?"

"I'm Sunpaw," I answered, "I tried out for Firepaw."

"I haven't auditioned yet, but I'm going to try out for Graypaw," Skypaw replied, "Oops, got to go. I want to be first, no wait make that second. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese! Not sure which one I want though…"

I decided that I liked Skypaw. He defiantly sounded like the Graypaw they were looking for.

Graypaw's group disappeared into the forest and I was left alone again.

"Ravenpaw!"

A skinny black cat slipped past me.

"Oh I'm sorry," he meowed, "I was just…"

"You're going to be late," I gave him a push, "Go on."

Another black cat with burly muscles walked past me with confidence. Then he tripped over a stone and fell. It was the funniest thing I had seen all morning so I laughed quietly.

Mice and voles were supplied, and I took a mouse to eat while I was waiting for Skypaw.

"Dustpaw!"

Hundreds of dark, gray cats pushed by me trying to be first in line to audition.

It wasn't long before Skypaw came out with a huge grin on his face. I let out a mrrow of laughter. Skypaw looked so goofy, strutting like he had won the part already.

"Sunpaw!" Skypaw yowled as he bounded over to me.

"I'm going home now," I meowed, "I'm tired from getting up so early this morning."

"Me too," Skypaw yawned, "Good luck getting callbacks."

"You too," I meowed as we padded out separate ways.