Hi, here's the update!
Double thanks to sunburstkitty and Moonbeam141 for their encouragement, and thanks to Storm-Eyes-Osprey and Almighty Ironic Empress for their reviews. ^-^
EDIT 11/11/2015: Ah, it feels so good to edit the things that I wrote so terribly. Well, they weren't that terrible, but they were much worse than my current writing style and grammar.
Chapter 2
Oh no . . . she must have gone to try and get the cats we forgot. Exasperated, she stood and started making her way to the camp. As she drew nearer, the sound of yowling and quacking reached her ears. Dawnshine!
Creekfeather raced to camp, the sound of ducks and flapping getting louder all the while. When she finally reached the camp entrance, it was to find Dawnshine stumbling out with duck-dirt all over her and a disgusted expression on her face. "There's tons of duck-dirt in there! I don't get how they're able to survive with the smell! Wait, Creekfeather? What are you doing here?"
Okay. . . . "I was looking for you. I woke up and you were gone, so I figured you'd gone to camp."
"Okay. Why are you staring at me like that?"
"Uh, how am I staring at you?"
"Like I'm the weirdest cat in the world."
"Oh, sorry." Now down to business. "But why did you run off and try to get them on your own?"
"Well, I came up with a strategy where I hunted as many ducks as I could, and brought them back to you guys along with the queens, kits, and elders, but it was so slippery from the duck-dirt, I couldn't do that. But now, seeing that, I don't think I want to eat one."
Creekfeather sighed, an idea forming in her mind. A plan. "Alright, that was a pretty good strategy for single cat to take on, but you should have known there would be duck dirt all over the place, with that many ducks. And you should have asked for back-up. There's probably several other cats who would have been willing to accompany you."
Dawnshine bowed her head guiltily. "Sorry. But I thought that if I woke anyone up, they'd report me to Froststar."
"Well, now I'm going to report you to Froststar."
Dawnshine looked up. There was a panicked look in her eyes. "So soon? can I at least wash off first?"
"No. You're coming now."
Dawnshine bowed her head again, and they padded back to the river. After a few moments, Creekfeather took a few steps sideways. Dawnshine smelled awful.
Creekfeather shook Froststar awake. "Wha—? Im trine to seep. . . ." Creekfeather shook him again. "Wha—?" he said again. "I thold dyou-" then he caught sight of Dawnshine, and seemed to wake up. "Why in StarClan's name are you covered in duck-dirt?"
"That's what I came to you to talk about. Dawnshine tried to save everyone back at camp."
"You still haven't told me why she's covered in duck-dirt."
Creekfeather huffed. "Isn't it obvious? There's duck-dirt all over the camp!"
"Oh . . . we're going to have to clean that out later."
Creekfeather wrinkled her nose at the thought, but pushed it out of her mind. "Back to the point!" she hissed.
"Oh, right. So, Dawnshine tried to get the kits and queens and elders and Mallowfur back. Well, before I say anything else, I'll say she has to go was off that duck-dirt and that smell, before it dries on her fur."
Dawnshine let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you." She rushed to the stream.
"Well, it would be a curse to all of us if that smell remained."
A bit later, Dawnshine came out of the river. But she still smelled bad, so Froststar told her to go back in.
"So, why did she go on her own? There's several other cats who would have gone with her."
"I said the same thing. Well, she thought that if anyone found out they would report her to you, so she came up with a plan to hunt enough ducks so that they would be out of the way, but that didn't work because the duck-dirt made it slippery."
"I see . . . well, that's a good one-cat plan, we could probably use it in some other way."
"Yes, well, that brings me to my plan."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to tell you the whole thing when we have back-up. I don't want to have to explain it twice. But I'll tell you one thing about it now; we'll need six extra cats."
Dawnshine walked over to them, dripping wet. "Am I still stinky?"
Froststar scented the air around her. "No. Now, I want to ask why you went; why didn't you follow the orders to stay here?"
"Well . . . I . . . I just couldn't sleep, knowing that the others were still there. They probably couldn't sleep either, with that smell hanging around them. For all we know, there might be duck-dir—"
Creekfeather cut through her words. "Can we stop talking about the duck-dirt please? It's making me feel uncomfortable."
"Uh . . . sure. It is a rather disgusting subject. Anyway," she continued. "I just couldn't leave them there. Though, I have now." A rueful expression crossed her face.
"Well, don't worry. We'll go to ThunderClan tomorrow to ask for their help. In the meantime, you two should get some rest before dawn. Tomorrow, we take back our camp."
They nodded, and both went back to their nests.
When Creekfeather woke, it was near sunhigh, Froststar was nowhere to be seen, and everyone else was already awake, except Dawnshine. She didn't really get much sleep last night. Creekfeather stretched and gave herself a quick grooming, before padding to a white apprentice with a black paw nearby. "Scorchedpaw, do you know where Froststar is?"
"Oh!" She jumped in surprise. "Uh, he's off at ThunderClan getting back-up."
"What? On his own?"
"Well, it's not like they're going to attack the RiverClan leader, alone in the forest or anything. Unless they think he's hunting, though they probably won't. The other Clans think we wouldn't know what to do if a mouse was sitting on our paws."
"Well, yeah, I guess you're right. But when did he leave?"
"Mmm . . . a bit after dawn, when he thought the ThunderClan leader would be awake. I bet he had to wake all of ThunderClan just to see him, though."
"Thanks." She padded to the steam to get a fish. A bit after dawn . . . I'd better get this fish fast.
And that's exactly what she did. She ate her fish quickly as she could without choking, and just in time, because Froststar was padding through the ferns with the ThunderClan leader and five ThunderClan warriors right behind him, just as the last piece of meat slipped down her throat.
So that was it, and I hope it was as good as the last chapter. Though, I'm pretty sure this one didn't have as much funny stuff. ^-^
Okay, so my sister, leafdapple3, asked me to 'advertise' her fanfics, in return for her advertising mine, even though I didn't ask her to. So, if you want something really funny, read Hypnosis, which has a crazy Sandstorm in the beginning. And there's Fire Alone, which is about 'If the prophecy about Firepaw/Rusty was misinterpreted,' and there's Cold, a LigtningClan Challenge, and finally, Pranked, which she might be giving up for adoption.
Almighty Ironic Empress, I've been reading your story, Untrained Harmony, and I really like it! Keep up the good work!
~leefpool ^-^