Prompt: Injured

Characters: Meltpaw (seven moons), Yellowpaw (nine moons)

Summary: It was the start of a beautiful relationship

For once in her short life, Meltpaw was actually…peaceful. The sun was beating down on Summerclan strongly; and there was silence throughout the camp. Most of the apprentices and warriors were out, either training, on boarder patrols or hunting. The only ones in the clan now was her mentor, the Medicine Cat Rosefeather, the three Elders Weststrike, Crowclaw and Shortfur and the only Queen Flowerfur and her three recently born kits. There was no raucous screams or laughers, no one coming into the den complaining of wounds or aches.

For once, she was utterly alone, and utterly in peace.

Meltpaw let out a soft purr of contentment from where she lay, her head resting on her forepaws and her small orange furred body rising steadily as she breathed comfortably, eyes closed. Warm sunlight filtered into the den through the canopy of trees that surrounded the camp and she basked in it, enjoying the rare moment of peace, not knowing hen she'll get such an opportunity again.

The chirping of birds, the soft rustling of the leaves in the breeze, and the-

"ROSEFEATHER, ROSEFEATHER!"

-The awfully loud voice that could probably wake the dead, shattering her peace and ruining her good mood.

"Rosefeather?" A small face poked past the leaves curtained the entrance of the den as Yellowpaw looked about the stone den urgently for the dark rose coloured medicine cat. He scowled when he couldn't locate her, and it deepened when he only saw her apprentice.

"Meltpaw," He said the name distastefully, "Where's Rosefeather?"

"I don't know," the small apprentice said, not moving from where she lay or even bothering to open her eyes. "She might be out in the forest collecting herbs, she usually is during this time of day."

Yellowpaw scowled even deeper, debating if his wound was really bad enough to need to be in her presence or he could wait until Rosefeather return. Deciding that his wound ached too much to wait, he trotted into the den with as much dignity as he could before sitting right at the middle, glaring at the small cat. Meltpaw did not get up from where she was lying, neither did open her eyes. Instead she continued to bask in the sunlight.

Yellowpaw didn't know why or how his hate for the younger apprentice formed, but he just knew he didn't like her. None of the apprentices did. Perhaps it was the cold and superiorly attitude she took to addressing the other apprentices, or the patronising way she spoke, like as though they were all stupid or something. Or maybe most of the hate steamed from the fact that Meltpaw simply hated Summerclan and she took every chance she could to insult and make soft remarks on how pathetic they all were. Yellowpaw didn't know. He just knew most of the apprentices, him included, did not like her. Not one bit.

"Well," The brown furred apprentice snapped impatiently, "Are you going to help me or not?"

"Shouldn't you tell me what happen instead?" Meltpaw countered, not bothering to even pretend to be interested. Yellowpaw gritted his teeth, before saying, in a deliberately slow tone, "I stepped on a thorn when I was training with Nightwing. I'm not quite sure if you know what training or a thorn is for that matter, seeing how you only leave your den to eat the food we catch, but since healing seems to be the only thing you know how to do, I need your," He shuddered at the word, "help."

"Thorn." Meltpaw said, without even bothering to inject any emotion to her voice, "You come to me. Disrupt my peace. My silence. For a thorn."

Meltpaw didn't raise her voice; it didn't even take on the angry tone. It remained the same, yet Yellowpaw could sense the anger in them and for some strange reason it both pleased and frightened him.

"Yeah, a thorn," Yellowpaw smirked, "So can you get it out of me or not?"

"Idiot." Meltpaw said, and Yellowpaw's fur bristled furiously, "First time stepping on a thorn? Can't you just grab it out?"

"What sort of Medicine cat are you? You don't care much about your patient, do you? You don't deserve to be a Medicine cat."

"What sort of apprentice are you?" There was scorn in her voice this time, "Crying about on stupid thorn. Ruining my whole day."

"So is that what this is about?" Yellowpaw scoffed, getting slightly irritated that the younger apprentice still had her back to him "Me ruining your 'whole day'? Are you sure you're fit for this position?"

There was silence for a moment, the oppressive lack of sound pressing down on the den, before Meltpaw slowly got to her feet, turning around slowly. Her blue eyes blazed furiously as she drew her mouth back into an ugly snarl, getting into a weak battle position. Yellowpaw slowly got to his paws too, ignoring the throbbing sensation from his paw as he matched Meltpaw's indescribable blue eyes with furry and loathing in his unique yellow ones.

"I didn't really well have a choice in ascending to his position, did I?" She spat out with anger, "None of you wanted it, so guess whom it was dumped to? Poor, pathetic defenceless little Meltkit."

"You couldn't very well be a warrior, could you?" Yellowpaw smirked back, "Always weak and ill, never able to take a wound or a joke without wailing and weeping. The day Redstar make you a Warrior would be the day the name of Summerclan will forever be tarnished."

For a cold, usually emotionless and an un-battle trained apprentice, Meltpaw let out an impressive screech of anger before launching herself the bigger apprentice, screaming with rage and indignity as she clawed furiously, biting and clawing. Yellowpaw batted her weak and feeble attacks as he let out several half-hearted attempts to get the crazy furball off him. While he would adore giving what the orange fur apprentice rightfully deserve, him harming her would not only stain his honour it would get him into trouble with his mentor. He finally pushed her off him and watched her roll to another corner of the den. She got to her feet, glaring at him for a moment before suddenly turning to a crack in the walls of the den, searching for something.

"What are you doing?" Yellowpaw snort as he glared at her. She remained silent for a moment before she returned to him, blue eyes glittering with anger. In her mouth she held cobwebs that she dumped in front of him.

"What?" Yellowpaw demanded at Meltpaw's grudging look. She stared pointedly at the floor. "What?" He exclaimed.

"Do you want me to get your thorn out or not?" Meltpaw asked dispassionately, "The lesser time I spend in your presence the better." Yellowpaw blinked, nearly forgetting about the pain in his paw in the thrill and adrenaline that came with any kind of battle, even one with moronic she-cats.

Without even waiting for an answer Meltpaw swiped at Yellowpaw's infected paw, before fiercely yanking the irritating thorn out, roughly wrapping the cobwebs around his paw. Yellowpaw let out a screech of pain when she yanked at it fiercely, tearing parts of it before hitting Meltpaw's head. Meltpaw whacked him back, delivering a snarl and the two of them started wrestling again, furiously yowling.

"What on Starclan is going on here!" A furious yowl sounded before the two apprentices broke apart to stare at the cat that had entered the den. Rosefeather stood at the entrance of the den, green eyes wide with shock. Meltpaw shook the dust out of her fur, as did Yellowpaw. He looked at Rosefeather for a moment, shock and surprise written on his face before he turned his head to glare at Meltpaw. "You told me she was out!"

"I didn't," Meltpaw replied back in that strangely emotionless tone, "I merely said she might be out. You chose to think she was out."

"You…you…urgh! It's just my luck to have such a person like you as a clan mate!"

"Fool." Meltpaw replied as she turned away to enter a much smaller den that worked as her resting place. Yellowpaw turned to give Rosefeather an outraged and baffled look before he quitted the den.

Rosefeather shook her head, baffled by the unusual situation in which she found her normally cold and independent apprentice and one of the fiercest yet friendly apprentices locked in. "Kits", she mumbled to herself as she checked the stone den to make sure none of her supplies were destroyed in the battle, "Always charging ahead, letting their hearts rule them." she didn't add that she was please to see Meltpaw interacting with other kits even if it's through unusual means. It wasn't healthy for a young she-cat like her to be so sullen, to nurse so much hate in her heart, the Medicine cat reflected sadly to herself.

She did allow a smile to grace her face though, when she recalled the brief looks of embarrassment that had flickered past their face when they realise what kind of image they were portraying, fighting and scuffling on the sandy ground like little kits. Rosefeather would have laugh aloud if she could, but surely that would warrant an irritated mood from her apprentice, and Starclan knew she was already hard to work with. Instead she opted to allow a silly smile to grace her face as she played the scene over and over again in her mind.

In the evening as the brazen headstrong warriors of Summerclan came back to the camp, many of them would wonder why Rosefeather sported a silly smile on her face. More would debate over why Yellowpaw, a usually happy and lighthearted apprentice, would take to scowling at everyone and glaring at Meltpaw any chance he could. And nearly all would theorise over why Meltpaw, a small apprentice filled with anger and disdain for her clan mates, would actually let out a soft laugh or so when one even bothered to talk to her. Bets were created and wild accusations were made, but none of them actually got close to the truth.

Next

Prompt: Sinking

Characters: Weststrike, Whitemoon

Summary: He was so close to death yet he never felt more alive.

Update: In November

Beta: Needed.

Right…this is, um…not too good. Yeah…so anyway, this is Prin Pardus's 100 One shots Warriors challenge that I've decided to take up. Yar...so, go figure.

Reviews will be much appreciated!