Life's Not Fair

A Warriors Fanfiction

Disclaimer: Warriors is owned by Erin Hunter, not me. Grab the nearest Warriors book and look at the name on the bottom. Does it say Stripestar?

No. It says Erin Hunter.

Chapter One

Peacepaw sat proudly on the top of Highledge. Aurastar, the HailClan leader, stood next to her. Bloodpaw had just been announced an apprentice and everyone was waiting to see who would be her mentor. "And your mentor shall be..." Aurastar looked across the clearing. "Your mentor shall be Sparrowfeather." Peacepaw looked down towards Sparrowfeather, a blackish-brown tom with a dazzling red chest. Sparrowfeather had only been named a warrior a day earlier!

Sparrowfeather glanced up at his new apprentice with sparkling green eyes. Peacepaw was a pretty red she-cat with a black muzzle, ears, paws, and the tip of her tail. In a way, she looked like a fox.

"Come," Sparrowfeather mewed after he and Peacepaw touched noses, the traditional greeting. "We'll start training immediately."

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Sparrowfeather and Peacepaw padded into the sandy hollow used for training. Sparrowfeather saw Peacepaw's pale blue eyes light up, as the hollow was truly amazing. Mice scuttled about, and rabbits hopped in and out occasionally. It was perfectly clear, without any roots to trip over, and a ring of thick pines surrounded it. Best of all, pale tan and ginger sand covered the ground so that if you fell, you wouldn't be injured.

"We will begin with battle training." Sparrowfeather decided after a moment's thought. Peacepaw looked towards him, confused.

"Why will we need battle training? The other Clans won't attack us. And the kittypets are nice." Sparrowfeather gasped.

"What? Are you insane? Mouse-brain! The other Clans are always attacking us, and the kittypets are soft, stupid, useless, strengthless, and...idiotic!" Sparrowfeather screeched, seething with anger.

Peacepaw stared up at him. "Why do the other Clans have any reason to attack?" She asked, leaving behind the topic of kittypets.

Sparrowfeather looked at her, leaving his anger behind, and decided to explain. "They don't. That is the sad thing. But, we fight anyway. It is our way, the way of the warrior to fight. Life's not fair, Peacepaw. You're going to have to get used to it, because I don't think Life plans on changing any time soon." Peacepaw thought it over for a minute, then remained silent.

"Come, we'll start with this. Copy my moves." Sparrowfeather darted under Peacepaw and stood up, making her fly in the air for two seconds, then fall. "This stuns your opponent, so you get a better chance to attack." Peacepaw glared at Sparrowfeather, her eyes flashing, then copied what he did with such intensity that her mentor flew into a pine.

Sparrowfeather blinked at her, then stood up and shook the sand off of his pelt. "Nice, nice..." He murmured. "Very good." He looked behind her and spotted a young white rabbit. Sparrowfeather twitched his ears towards it, and Peacepaw slowly turned to face the creature, her scarlet pelt shining. "Got you!" Peacepaw shouted out.She unsheathed her claws and bolted after the rabbit, giving chase for about twelve fox-lengths. Sparrowfeather heard it's squeal cut off, and Peacepaw came back a minute later, dragging the rabbit twice her size.

"Bring that to the elders," Sparrowfeather muttered, gazing at the size of Peacepaw's prey, "It's enough to feed all of them." Peacepaw began to carry the rabbit back to camp immediately, without a word.

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"Here you go." Peacepaw said, setting down the rabbit in front of the three elders. The Elder's den was a huge, fallen, hollow log with spiked barbs all about to protect it. Metalclaw, a grumpy copper old she-cat, dug into the rabbit, tearing it up with no thanks to the apprentice. Her mate, a fluffy white tom named Cloudslash did the same. Only Falconwing, a silver she-cat with dark silver stripes looked up at Peacepaw and blinked thankfully. "Excuse my denmates," She meowed, "Metalclaw and Cloudslash tend to be a little rude these days." Falconwing said it loud enough that Metalclaw and Cloudslash glared at her then continued their meal. Falconwing sighed, "Don't mind them. Why don't you go get something from the fresh-kill pile?"