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Fifteen minutes into the forest that begins in my backyard, there is a clearing. A huge rock sticks out of the ground, and there are thick trees around it. The clearing has served us kids for years, as a castle to protect from evil "dragons," a fort, a thinking spot, and most recently, a place to meet.
I ran there after school with my best friends, Robert and Alicia. We always meet there after school, before dinner.
"Sandy!" I heard Alicia call. My real name is Cassandra, but I like the name Sandy.
"Hey, Alicia!" I climbed on the boulder and waved. She ran into the clearing.
"So, Sandy?" She asked me as she climbed on the boulder, "Did you hear about that girl, um... Kristen, I think, how she..."
"Wore cat ears all day to school and got a detention? Yeah," I laughed.
"Well, she's also a Warriors fan."
"Hmph. What a fangirl."
Alicia, Robert and I are all fans of the Warriors series. But we're not so crazy as to wear cat ears to school!
"Anyways, she asked me if I knew a good place for a camp, like to roleplay Clans and all that.," Alicia continued.
"And let me guess. You let her come to our clearing."
"Well, yeah..."
"You mousebrain! Now she..." I paused. "Wait, did you hear that?"
There was a crackling in the dead leaves as something approached. I hopped off the rock.
"Sandy, what are you doing?" Alicia hissed at me.
"Shh!" I hissed back.
I crept towards the trees, careful not to step on any twigs. Suddenly...
"AAAH!" I screamed, and I fell over in shock. A girl had popped out of the bushes.
"Yikes, sorry!" She said. "I'm Kristen." She held out her hand, which I noticed she had grown her nails out, long.
"Yeah, I'm Sandy." I got up and dusted off my jeans.
"Hey, Kristen! Here's the clearing." Alicia, spread her arms out wide.
"Cool! It looks like Fourtrees, almost, but without the Great Oaks. Or like he ShadowClan lake camp?"
"No, there's too much sun to be ShadowClan."
"Right. Well, it's not really like any of the Clans."
"Maybe SkyClan?"
"No, they'd have probably had very separated trees."
"Oh, right. Well, yeah, that's our clearing, I guess."
"Hmm..." Kristen sat on the rock, thinking. "Hey, well if we could round up all the Warriors fans, and then do like a roleplay or something..."
"Who's 'we?'" I asked.
"Me and you guys, I guess."
"No. No, no, no, no, no! We're not giving up our clearing." I leaned closer to the Boulder.
"Who's talking about giving up the clearing?" A familiar voice said.
"Robert! Put a stop to this crazed fangirl! She's trying to get us to roleplay the Warriors books!"
"Well, not roleplay, but maybe have a mini-Clan of our own, like in Dark River, when..."
"Lionpaw and Heatherpaw had DarkClan? Hmm... Not a bad idea..." Robert stared at the sky showing between the treetops.
"Hey, but we'd never be able to use the clearing again! It wouldn't be our secret place anymore!" I protested.
"Well, yeah, but we're already going to be in middle school next year. Why not let's pass it on?" Robert looked thoughtful for a moment, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said to Kristen, "Alright. You can borrow the clearing."
"Alright! I can totally see this coming together. Here's the announcement rock, and when we camp here we can..." Kristen looked around the clearing, thinking out loud.
"You can't let this happen!" I said in dismay to Robert and Alicia.
Robert tried not to argue. "Look, Sandy, there's nothing else to do, and-"
"And what? You're going to give away our clearing, the place where we practically grew up, and give it to that... that Krazy Kristen?!" I turned to glare at Alicia. "And you're not doing anything to stop this! Traitor!"
"Do you realize how much you sound like Bluestar?" Alicia laughed, then she grew serious. "We need something new to do, and this is it. Okay? Live. With. It."
"Fine," I grumbled.
That night, I lay in bed thinking. It seemed like a good idea, but I just didn't want to give up the clearing... But it seemed selfish to just want it. Eventually, as I drifted to sleep, I decided to do it.
