This is my first story! Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own warriors
Rusty's POV
"You have a lot to learn," meowed a deep voice "Even the tiniest
Clan kit knows when another cat is near by."
I reconized that voice from the other night, it was Lionheart.
"Can you tell if im alone?" Lionheart asked stepping into the light.
I sniffed the air, the scents of Graypaw and Bluestar were fainter than the other night."Bluestar and Graypaw aren't with you."
"Your right," meowed Lionheart "But i brought along someone else."
A white tom padded into the clearing as I sniffed the air.
"This is Whitestrom." Lionheart purred "He is one of Thunderclan's senior warriors."
I looked at the toms and felt fear tingle up my spine. Was this a trap? I flattened my ears, ready to fight.
"Relax, before your fear-scent brings unwanted attention." Lionheart growled. "We are only here to take you to our camp."
I took a deep breath and meowed "I am sorry, but I don't want to join your Clan." Then I ran back home.
R&R! No flamers please.