I am planning to make drabbles (a collection short stories) on almost all of the main characters in the Warriors series. This isn't like my monologue series that I have posted on WarriorsWish, because I don't have a defined goal for those and these will not be written like monologues. If you want to suggest a character that I could cover, or a pairing or something, I'll consider it because I keep running out of muse! Enjoy! ^_^

She is scared. He can tell. To the casual observer, she simply looks a little tense, maybe even eager. But through the way her eyes are widened, just slightly, and how her tail-tip keeps twitching. And her paws, he has learned that one can always tell her emotion by her paws, are shifting themselves along the ground, creating small circles in the mud.

In fact, Heatherpaw is not the only one who is frightened. Harepaw's fur is on end, just enough to make him appear to be a little stockier than the average WindClanner. And Larkpaw is pacing, her long, plumed tail swishing from side to side.

Even Breezepaw himself is feeling a bit apprehensive. His anxiety bubbles in his stomach, and unconsciously he is sheathing and unsheathing his white claws.

"Larkpaw," he mews, looking around the small hollow that they are in, seeing if he can spot anyone else nearby. "Can you scent anyone nearby?"

The dappled shecat opens her maw for a moment, and then mews, "No, no one's here but us."

"Good. Let's go."

They run out of the small swath of trees and out into the bright moonlit moors. He can feel Heatherpaw running along side of him, and hears her whisper, so quietly that no one else can hear, "Are you sure that this is a good idea?"

"Of course it is." he responds gruffly. "The dogs have been such a problem, and if Onestar won't send a patrol out-"

"That's what you've told us earlier! And that's why we've agreed to come. But I don't think that you're doing this just for the sake of the Clan."

"Why do you ask that?"

"It just...I don't know-"

"That's the point, you don't know."

Her eyes narrow, and he looks away.

"If one of us gets killed in this, I'm blaming you."

And she speeds up, leaving Breezepaw by himself, alone with his thoughts.

She's right you know, he isn't doing this for the Clan. And why should he? Risking lives is something a leader does when only necessary, not a gloomy, sullen apprentice. He feels uncomfortable with this risk, but feels that is is necessary.

What else will please him?

Breezepaw caught the largest amount of prey on his assessment a few sunrises ago, but he didn't even blink an eye.

You could have caught more easily. Was his silent message.

Breezepaw had outfought Heatherpaw. It was hard; she was a few steps ahead of him and had been focusing on her battling skills more often.

You hardly won that bought; she let you win. was the message he read in the cat's blue eyes.

And Breezepaw had managed to impress Onestar on a patrol by catching sight of some RiverClanners who were skulking along the border.

And Harepaw was just about to speak-you only got recognized because you have a bigger mouth.

And every time Breezepaw did something else, something smaller but still worth of his notice, he was looking across the ThunderClan border, not seeing, not hearing.

Breezepaw wanted him to notice his accomplishments, his strengths, him. He didn't want him to stare over the border, deep in thought, he didn't want him to praise the others.

So what better way to capture his father's attention? Surely launching an attack on the dogs that plagued the Clan wouldn't escape Crowfeather's notice? Right?