Sorry that there isnt much here yet. And, no i did not put myself into this story, it just was a cool name.
Disclaimer: i dont own warriors and sadly never will! Got it?
I made up four new clans, Forestclan (the clan Leopardpaw is in), Sandclan, Rockclan, and Lakeclan.
Leopardpaw stalked through the forest, breathing in the scent of water on the leaves and the mouse scurrying under the roots of a nearby tree. Her ears pricked and her senses sharpened. She dropped into a crouch, careful not to let her tail rustle the bracken behind her. Leopardpaw moved without any grace forward, drawing closer to her prey. The mouse stopped collecting the beechnuts that were strewn about and began to scurry away. Leopardpaw pounced and her claws just barely missed the mouse. 'Fox dung' she thought, angry at herself and worried that her mentor Goldenstripe would be mad if she came back to the camp empty pawed. Her mentor was not very forgiving, even though Leopardpaw really tried hard. Her half brother and sister Iceclaw and Flamewhisker had never had any trouble hunting; they would come back to camp from a hunting patrol, jaws full prey. They were two of the best hunters in the clan and Leopardpaw could barely catch a mouse. Her sister Littlepaw was a medicine cat so she didn't hunt much. The whole clan must be able to see she was a failure. Well better in her mind to come back with nothing to face Goldenstripe's wrath then to be stuck out here in the growing darkness. Her mentor had told her to hunt alone thinking that she might do better with no one watching. Then Leopardpaw remembered that going back to camp would mean seeing Hawkpaw. Her heart raced and she was suddenly full of energy. Leopardpaw would bet a moons worth of prey that Hawkpaw would have had a much more successful day, but she still had to see him. She raced back to camp in a very good mood, when she stumbled over something. She regained her balance and looked down to the thing at her paws. It was a dead rabbit. She examined the rabbit and saw it bore claw marks at the neck, almost as if it had been killed by an enemy rather than a predator. "Strange" she thought, "That looks like Sandclan's style, not Forestclan's." She muttered. Leopardpaw picked it up, happy now that she had something to bring back to camp.
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