Hi, this is my first fanfic, so I hope you enjoy :)

A/N: I'm going to have a special face every chapter, and they'll each have a name. This chapter's face is called, 'Priceless.' $_$

EDIT 11/11/2015: Gosh, this was awful. On the upside, it's much better now! By the way, this chapter isn't as funny as later chapters.

Chapter 1

Creekfeather yawned as her sleep lifted. The den was empty, and she could hear Dawnshine organizing patrols. She dragged herself to her paws and, after giving herself a quick grooming, headed out. She was a young warrior, and an excellent hunter; something she was proud of. She loved hunting. Sadly, it appeared her quick grooming wasn't as quick as she thought, because the other cats were already gone.

Creekfeather approached Dawnshine, and was about to ask if she could go hunting on her own. But Dawnshine spoke first. "Let me guess: you want to go hunting. You don't have to ask to go on your own you know, you're a warrior now. But you're also young, so I'm coming too."

Creekfeather was startled "Um . . . okay." That went quickly. Then happiness and excitement rushed through her. "I mean, yeah, sure, let's go! Race you to the river!"

It was sunhigh when Creekfeather padded back into the camp, holding two fish in her jaws, with Dawnshine right behind. They both set their prey onto the fresh-kill pile.

"I'll go back and get the rest," Dawnshine offered. At Creekfeather's nod of agreement, she raced off.

Well, that was a good hunt, Creekfeather though. Just then, she heard the sound of flapping. She looked up. Ducks. She looked around camp. No one else seemed to have noticed. She sighed. "Duck!"

Her Clanmates responded by ducking low to the ground.

Creekfeather let out an angry growl. "Not that kind of duck, the other kind." But before anyone could register what she had said, the flapping suddenly became much louder, and then there was a flurry of wings and webbed feet as the ducks landed in the camp. She let out another angry growl. "Now look, your ignorance has made it so we have extra work! We've got to drive them out. Come on, warriors—and apprentices, of course—fight the ducks!" She let out a battle cry and raced forward.

All the cats let out angry and annoyed yowls before they also raced at the ducks . . . who just flew to another spot while quacking. And then more ducks came. And more came. And more came. Before long, they outnumbered the cats. "It's not working!" Creekfeather gasped, chasing a duck toward the camp entrance while it continuously quacked. She spotted their leader climbing up on top of the log where he addressed the Clan.

"Riverclan, retreat from the camp! There are too many ducks!" He yowled.

The kits stumbled out of the nursery. "We'll fight for you, Froststar! Leave it to us, and don't be scared." Thankfully, their mothers came out and nudged them back inside before they could do anything.

"But Froststar, we can't just go. This is our home, and the ducks might never leave!" another cat called.

"Yes, I know. But we can't afford to waste our energy on something we most likely won't accomplish. Now, retreat."

Creekfeather stared up at their leader in shock. Leave our home? Just abandon it? We should protect it with our lives, not leave it when we can't fight. What's he thinking? They're just ducks, all they ever do is quack

Froststar stared down at them with hard eyes. "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

All the cats stood still in a moment where the ducks landed, and stopped quacking. Then they turned and swiftly ran to the entrance. I can't believe I'm actually doing this . . . leaving our home. Now that hunt this morning was wasted. Then she realized something. Or maybe it wasn't. . . .

They all headed to the river, and stopped. Dawnshine was there, collecting fish in her jaws. She turned, and dropped the fish in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Froststar came to the front of the group to answer her. "The camp has been overrun by ducks."

At these words, Dawnshine looked even more surprised. "Why didn't you just chase them out? They're only ducks."

"Because they just kept on landing again in a different place. We had to leave."

Dawnshine glanced behind them. "Well . . . where are the queens, kits and elders?"

Now it was everyone else's turn to be surprised. "I guess . . . we . . . forgot them." Froststar said hesitantly.

Uh-oh, here comes the panic storm

As predicted, Dawnshine started panicking. "We have to send a rescue patrol, immediately. I'm going to lead it. Who else is coming?"

"No one," said Froststar. "Ducks bite, you know, and we might need backup to get the ducks out of the way."

"Exactly! Ducks bite, so we have to get the kits and elders and queens back before they're injured!"

Froststar sighed. "Don't worry. In case you haven't noticed, we forgot Mallowfur too. She will be able to heal them if they are injured."

"But on her way to the nursery she might get injured, and she might not have the right herbs, so we must send a rescue patrol."

Froststar sighed. Again. "No one's going, not yet; we have to get back-up first. I'm sure the ducks won't bother our medicine cat. Now everyone, eat and rest. We'll get back-up tomorrow"

"But where do you suppose we'll get that back-up from? Another Clan? We'd be exposing weakness, and it would just make them think even more about how we are 'lazy fish-eaters.' And they'd try to take the kits away so they wouldn't be 'lazy fish eaters" too!"

Froststar sighed. Again. "What matters is protecting our camp and our Clan. If we have to expose weakness, we must do it. Eat, rest, now."

Creekfeather padded to the pile of fish from her earlier hunt, and chose a plump carp. She settled down on a good patch of ground to watch the sunset, and took a bite of the fish, though she didn't have much of an appetite at the moment. A tabby tom sat down next to her. "Can you believe we're actually doing this? I left my mate in the nursery! I'm worried about her. Uh, want to share that fish? I really don't feel like fishing, and everyone already emptied the pile."

"Sure, Blackstripe. I'm not very hungry anyway."

After eating the fish, they settled down. Creekfeather made a nest out of moss and ferns, and Dawnshine settled down next to her. With the warmth of a Clanmate, and comfort of a comfortable nest, Creekfeather managed to fall into a deep sleep.

Later that night, Creekfeather woke up. She didn't know what had made her wake, but something felt missing. Then she realized that she wasn't as warm as before. She turned to the place beside her.

Dawnshine was gone.

Hope you enjoyed, though I won't blame you if you didn't. I never thought I was very good at writing animals, and it's not as funny as I hoped it would be, and it was short . . . and I personally don't think you enjoyed it. . . . $_$ But please, review so I know if you did!

~leefpool