Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or Hetalia.
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It was an early new-leaf morning, with a cloudy sky and dew on every single leaf and grass blade. Poppycurl ignored the feeling of her pelt dampening as she slowly stalked through the tall grass, her eyes locked on a plump mouse. The rodent was busy nibbling on a seed, not noticing the predator creeping up on it.
With a swift and sudden movement, Poppycurl shot forward and pounced on the mouse. With a quick bite, she killed it with merciful speed. She then heard a yowl, and padded happily to where the other cats on the hunting patrol were gathered.
Shortly later, the brown tabby entered camp with three other cats. Spotting her, Dustfang gave the catch an appreciative look.
"Mind if I take that off your paws, Poppycurl? My stomach's been clawing at me for a while now." The elderly tom mewed. With a single nod, Poppycurl dropped the mouse at Dustfang's paws. Thanked her, and set to eating.
"Hey, Poppycurl!"
Turning, she saw Blossomtail bounding up to her. The she-cat's eyes were glistening with excitement.
"Ve~, what is it, Blossomtail?" Poppycurl queried, her head tilted slightly.
"Would you like to go see Sunstorm's new kits with me? From what Passionpatch told me, they are the most adorable kits ever! Then again, he did say the same thing when you and Dawnstorm were born." She replied.
"Ve~, okay!" the tabby said, her tail tip now beginning to twitch with excitement to match her friend's.
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"Passionpatch was right, they are cute!" Blossomtail whispered. The moment the two had entered the nursery, Sunstorm snapped at them to keep quiet. She then had to soothe her kits, since the outburst startled them. Also, Whitethorn was there.
Sunstorm's green eyes sparkled with pride, "They are, aren't they?"
" Yes, it is true. But I wonder how a she-cat like you can make such lovely kits." Whitethorn commented. The response was a hiss from the queen.
"Ve~, what are their names? Have you named them? If not, can I name one?" Poppycurl asked, bouncing a bit on her haunches. The curl on the side of her head bobbed with the action.
Sniffing, Sunstorm replied, "Yes, I've already named them. The white one is Blizzardkit, the black and ginger one is Mousekit, and the brown tabby is Oakkit."
"Good names, Sunstorm. Hopefully they don't do anything stupid in the future to earn their warrior names." Blossomtail mewed, referring to Cloudscar.
"If they've got any of their sense from my side, they'll be in the clear. I'm not so sure if they get it from their mouse-brain of a father." The queen said.
As if in defense of her parent, Blizzardkit squeaked loudly. The white kit had raised her head and turned it to the right and left. Her pink nose sniffing, and she squeaked again.
"Ve~, she knows we're here." Poppycurl said, forcing herself not to start nuzzling the adorable newborn.
"So she does, but she can't see or hear anything. Not yet, at least." Sunstorm said. She gave her kit a few licks, and looked back at the warriors.
"Alright, off with you all. I need my rest before Braveheart finds spare time to come back in here. Go now." She said with a twitch of an ear.
Obeying, the three cats left her and her kits to themselves. The moment they were back in the camp clearing, Noblefall called out to them.
"Hey, get over here, I need you three for a border patrol." The black and white cat meowed.
"Ah, maybe we will run into one of those MoonClan cats. I caught the scent of one on our territory not too long ago." Whitethorn said a slight hiss in his voice. Blossomtail flexed her claws.
"If I do, I'll see them off with a lesson. Never trespass on DuskClan territory!" she said.
"I just hope it's not that scary cat, Lionshadow. He's almost as big as Winterstep, ve~." Poppycurl mewed with a shudder. She glanced over her shoulder to try and spot the large, violet-eyed cat.
Once they reached Noblefall, he snorted and turned to lead the way.
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There were many scents that surrounded Poppycurl as she trotted beside Blossomtail. Those of the plants, prey, the nearby river, and her own clanmates. As an apprentice, she always got dizzied by them. But as a warrior, they were easier to handle. It was kind of funny how—
"MoonClan!" she suddenly screeched. The scent had struck her abruptly, strange and unfamiliar. Her clanmates caught on, their pelts beginning to bristle. Whitethorn hissed in alarm as he stared at a small tree on the bank of the river.
There, clinging to a spindly branch, was a white she-cat with a black patch on its face. The cat's eyes were wide with fear and alarm. However, in a brave act, she hissed at them.
"You there! Come down here!" Noblefall yowled in command.
The cat glared him, "What do you take me for?!A brainless squirrel?! If I come down, you'll just attack me!"
A quiet gasp earned Poppycurl's attention. Blossomtail motioned to the river. Looking at the bank, Poppycurl imitated her friend's gasp.
The river was obviously overflowed from rain the night before. Its' waters churned and rushed, ready to sweep away anything that dared to come too close. And there was no way that the branch of a skinny tree could support the white she-cat for long.
"No, we won't attack you. Just come down." Noblefall meowed. His body language betrayed his calm voice, as his tail twitched and eyes mirrored worry. The she-cat only pressed her body to the branch, making it bend a bit.
Whitethorn hissed with impatience, "Don't be mouse-brained! If you stay there much longer, that branch will break and you'll drown!"
This time, the MoonClanner glanced down at the water below her, and she growled with confliction.
"Ve~, come down!" Poppycurl yowled. She thought she could hear the wood slowly breaking and splintering.
With no other choice, the she-cat carefully turned to fully face the patrol, and got ready to jump to the ground. Just before she could, though, the branch broke.
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A/N: I tried my best here, and ended up erasing and editing several times before I was pleased. So please, review and tell me what you think.
