Gingerpool's History
Gingerpool was bored and hungry, his bell growling so loudly he was convinced DawnClan could hear him. He stood up and arched his back in a stretch. He felt lonely, and once again, bored. He Gingerpool was laying in the warrior's den, just laying there. He wasn't tired, but bored. His belly growled so loud, he was sure DawnClan could padded over to the fresh-kill pile and noticed a young cat, about his age, pad away from the fresh-kill pile after she had put a vole and two fish on top. He grabbed the vole and sat a few tail-lengths away from the fresh-kill pile. He started eating his vole when the she-cat padded up to him and sat down in front of him. He suddenly realized that she was waiting for him to finish eating. He coughed, nearly choking on his piece of vole. He spat it out and looked at the she-cat.
"Hi." She mewed. "I'm Puddlestep. And you are?" She asked, tipping her head to one side and looked at Gingerpool with stunning ice-blue eyes. He thought she was absolutely beautiful, though he dared not say it out loud, especially to her. He hoped she didn't notice he was staring at her.
"I'm Gingerpool." He said. He looked at the fresh-kill pile and back to Puddlestep. "I see you've been hunting" he joked. "The fresh-kill pile seems piled high."
She giggled. "I still have some energy left. Do you want to hunt with me?" She meowed, her beautiful ice-blue eyes sparkling.
Gingerpool wasn't quick to hesitate. "Of course! Let's go." He jumped up and sprinted after Puddlestep as she raced out the camp entrance. He took one last glance at his vole before he looked up to see how far behind she was. He quickly dashed after her, now hard on her paws. She skidded to a halt beside a pond but Gingerpool was too late. He slid right into the pond. He was under for a few heart beats before he broke the surface. He climbed out of the pond, a fish hooked in his claws. He dropped it on the ground, marking where there pile of fish was going to be. He stood on top of a rock close to the surface, shivering.
Puddlestep noticed how Gingerpool was shivering. She politely padded up to him and brushed her fur with his. Puddlestep was getting wet, but she didn't mind. She just didn't want him to freeze to death. "Don't freeze your fur off." She teased. "You'll need it in leaf-bare." She purred. Just then Newtfang, Lightfur, Rednose, and Owlpaw appeared . Newtfang shot Gingerpool and angry glare when he saw Gingerpool and Puddlestep together. The rest of the patrol was snickering and chattering and glancing at the two cats by the pond. Every cat in DuskClan knew Newtfang liked Puddlestep.
Gingerpool met his gaze and raised his chin. Newtfang looked away and started talking with Lightfur. He turned back and saw Rednose staring at him. Rednose quickly turned away. Rednose liked him, and he was okay with that. She was cute, and he had to agree. She was a ginger-red she-cat with gray, black, brown, and white spots. She was also sweet, kind, and funny. But he just thought of her as a friend. The patrol started to pad away and Puddlestep looked down.
"What's wrong, Puddlestep?" He asked her, leaning down to look into her eyes. "I know something's wrong." He mewed, his eye glinting in amusement.
"Nothing's wrong." She joked, her regular humor returning. She shoved him back and he landed into the pond again. He quickly hopped out of the pond and shook water all over her.
"Hey, they don't call you Puddlestep for nothing!" He laughed. They started padding towards the camp, each carrying a fish and chatting. He hoped they would be happy together.