EF: Yes, I'm doing another story, about Smudge stopping Rusty from joining the clans, so another cat comes into the forest. It will be kinda the same in some parts, but the rest will be different! ONWARDS! P.S. I am having major writers block for my other story, Oneshots.
A ginger coloured tom let his paws fall onto the dry earth soundlessly, remaining unnoticed by the small, grey furred creature which he was stalking. It was scavenging for food, completely unaware that it was prey. The tom crouched low, pinpointing the mouse's exact position. Then he pounced. The mouse looked up, startled, and scattered, abandoning its search for food, but the hunter was already upon it. He snatched it up in his paws and flung it into the air, watching as it landed a distance away. It was stunned, so he pounced again and caught it between his claws. He was about to fling it into the air once more, but a distant roaring stopped him in his tracks. It was coming closer, whatever it was. A breeze ruffled the fur around his neck where his collar with the name "Rusty" imprinted on it usually pinched. For his name was Rusty. The roaring was getting louder, and Rusty looked up, startled, but as he did so, the mouse seized its chance and scrambled away from his out-stretched claws. Rusty silently cursed himself. Just then, the roaring grew louder, and was almost upon him, when his eyes opened with a start. He was curled up inside his bed in the kitchen of his Twoleg nest. He stood up and stretched the cramps out of his legs, then looked to see where the roaring had come from. One of the Twolegs was pouring food into his bowl. Rusty padded over as his stomach gave a rumble of hunger. Obediently, he lapped up the pellets, cringing at their dry, caked texture in his mouth in distain. After a few mouthfuls, he swallowed and looked through the window. The sky was a black curtain that stretched all across the land, as far as the eye could see, and further, with stars twinkling along it. Rusty decided to go and sit on his favourite post, where he could look out into the forest, pausing to lap up some water from a puddle an his way across the lawn; it had rained last night. "Hi Rusty," called a familiar voice, and Rusty looked up to see Smudge, a friendly black-and-white kitten. "What brings you out here at this time of night?" "Hello, Smudge. I'm going to go into the forest." "WHAT?! You can't go in there!" Smudge seemed appalled. "Why not?" Rusty inquired. "Well…um…Because!" "See you later Smudge," mewed Rusty, then he rose from his post and leaped into the bushes. Rusty had a feeling he was being watched. Looking round, he saw a small bundle of grey fur; it was a mouse. Excitement poured into his veins; this was what had happened in his dream! He dropped into a crouch and pinpointed the mouse, remaining silent. He pounced, and caught it between his unsheathed claws. But, just as he was about to fling it into the air, something barrelled into his side…
A gray tom sat in the middle of a clearing, surveying his clan mates around him. I love it here in ThunderClan. I just wish that I had been chosen to go on patrol too, instead of stuck here, bored, at camp all day, he thought."Graypaw," said a deep voice. "Yes, Lionheart?" replied the small, long-haired gray tom. "You will come with Bluestar ad I to the Twoleg Place." "Thank you Lionheart!" mewed Graypaw gratefully, nuzzling his golden mentor affectionately. "That's quite alright, now, we will be leaving shortly, so don't go running off with any other apprentices." Don't worry, Lionheart, I wont; Ravenpaw's gone on patrol with warriors like Tigerclaw and Redtail, while Sandpaw and Dustpaw…they're not exactly my favourite cats. "Hey, watch it!" called an arrogant voice, and Graypaw looked up to see Darkstripe, a senior warrior. The dark tabby had been choosing a thrush from the Fresh-kill pile, when Graypaw had accidentallywalked into him. (AN: EF: Just so you know the exaggeration on accidentally was in seriousness, not joking ness!) "Sorry, Darkstripe," muttered the apprentice, and caught sight of a beautiful dark tortoiseshell she-cat. (AN: EF: Again, the exaggeration was serious!) Spottedleaf, he thought, yellow eyes transfixed on her gleaming dappled coat. So pretty…Cut that out, Graypaw! You know she's a Medicine Cat, so she can't have kits! Plus, she's older than you! …only by a little, though…Graypaw sighed, wondering how he could have such have such immature battles inside his head. "Hello, Graypaw," a gentle voice meowed, snapping him back to reality, which was matched with a sweet scent. It was Spottedleaf, looking at him, amusement glittering in her amber eyes as he stammered dumbly. "I…uh…what?" Spottedleaf let out a mrow of laughter, then said abruptly; "I have to get going now." "Wait, Spottedleaf! WAIT!" But the tortoiseshell she-cat did not turn, and instead a deep voice answered. "Come Graypaw." "Yes, Lionheart." Graypaw obediently followed his mentor, but kept casting quick glances over his shoulder. They met their magnificent blue-gray leader at the bottom of the ravine. "Come, young Graypaw," she meowed sternly. "You shall be hunting near the Twoleg place, while Lionheart and I shall renew the scent markings." "Thanks, Bluestar!" Graypaw meowed gratefully. "Now, go." Graypaw prowled through the forest, seeking out prey for him to catch for his clan. Aha! He thought triumphantly as he spotted a mouse weaving through tree roots in its constant search for food. He bunched his muscles, ready to pounce, when a ginger coloured tom shot out of the bushes before he could move. "Wha?" he muttered quietly, confused. Then realized; that cat was after his mouse! Quickly he gave chase, his yellow eyes narrowed into furious slits. Then he saw the cat. It was wearing a collar, the mouse in between his claws. He was wearing a collar. It was a kittypet, hunting on ThunderClan territory! Angrily, he pounced and barrelled into the cat just as it was about to fling the mouse into the air, hissing…
Rusty grunted as the breath was knocked out of him, and he struggled under the weight of his attacker. Finally he got back on his paws and tore off in the direction which he thought was his Twoleg nest. The sound of pursuing pawsteps made him certain that the attacker had not given up. He ran and ran until the gate appeared in view, and he jumped over it and ran across the lawn then shot inside his nest, flanks heaving. Panting, he looked out the window to see that his attacker was a young, long haired gray tom. Then his eyes widened as two more cats emerged out of the bushes. They weren't normal cats; they were huge, and the one that had attacked him bowed his head in respect. The other two cats were magnificent; one was a large golden tabby tom, with fur like a mane, and he looked like a tom. The other was an indimidating blue-gray she-cat, by the looks of it, and she raised her head proudly and looked in his direction with piercing blue eyes. Quickly Rusty ducked; he did not want to be seen by such ferocious looking cats. Cautiously, Rusty raised his head to see what was going on in his garden. Finally, he summoned up the strength to quietly creep out of his cat flap and leap onto the young gray tom. "Oomph!" the cat was clearly surprised, and Rusty howled his triumph before clawing the tom's ear. The cat fought back, and they were quite evenly matched. "STOP THIS AT ONCE!" The furious yell came from the blue-gray she-cat, and they stopped at once. "You fight surprisingly well, young one. Perhaps you ought to have a try at Clan life," she went on, her ice blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. But the large golden tom, however, did not look so keen. "What are you talking about, Bluestar?! He's a kittypet! He's not strong enough to cope with Clan life!" "He doesn't have Warrior Blood!" piped up the cat which Rusty had pounced upon. A shadow crossed over Bluestar's face. "Warrior Blood," she sighed. "Too much of that has been spilled lately." The golden tom shot a look at the apprentice, and he bowed his head in shame. "So, what is your name, Young One?" "Rusty." "Rusty, Lionheart will-" Bluestar stopped as a shocked and angry voice meowed; "Oh no, Rusty! I'll save you!" and with that, a black-and-white blur launched itself off the fence and onto the nearest cat, which was the young tom. "Fight your hardest, Graypaw!" yelled Lionheart as Graypaw and Smudge struggled. "SMUDGE!" Rusty hollered as Graypaw gave his friend a nasty scratch to his flank, which was now bleeding, and threw himself into battle, clawing furiously at Graypaw. Then there was the sound of a door slamming, and some water landed on some of the cats. Then one of his Twolegs shouted and stomped toward them, waving its hand. The others immediately scattered, leaving Rusty and Smudge bleeding, tired and hungry. The twoleg shouted something, and then scooped up Rusty in its arms, and then one of Smudge's Twolegs came out and scooped up Smudge. "Thanks, Smudge," Rusty panted. "That's okay." Rusty was at once bought inside the Twoleg nest and laid down in his bed.
Meanwhile, somewhere unknown, a mysterious cat was starting to stir…
EF: There we go, my first chappy all done! I hope you liked it! PLZ REVIEW!!!!