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I'm stuck in the Warrior's world?!

Sarah was in awe after the tour. With a quick shake to her head, she glanced at Fireheart. He was staring at the sky! It was getting dark, with dim stars in the sky. "Uh... Fireheart?" She asked quietly. With a twitch of his ears, he turned to me, his eyes dark. Once they turned on Sarah, his eyes brighten, forgetting that she was there.

"Oh, sorry, I was spacing off. Anyway, how did you like your tour of ThunderClan?" He asked.

"Oh, it was good! I really like ThunderClan." With pause, she continued. "Uh... since I'm gonna be an apprentice, do you think Bluestar is going to let you mentor me?" She asked, with a blink.

"Uh, I don't know." He said, truthfully. With a glance of a pale ginger she-cat, he stared after her in awe for a few heartbeats, then nodded to me. "Well, I want you to meet someone," He guestured to the Warriors' den, and I followed. There was a grey cat with gray stripes sleeping after a long day of duties. With a paw, Fireheart prodded the gray cat up. Slowly, the gray cat got up to his paws, his eyes still full of sleep. Once he saw Sarah, his eyes brighted with alert.

"Who is she?" He asked, his fur bristling.

"Graystripe, relax. Bluestar let her come to the Clan. Her name is Sarah." Fireheart said, with a playful cuff to the ear.

"Uh... hello. "She studdered. Oh I know him! He's Graystripe! She thought.

"Sarah, I want you to meet Graystripe, he's my friend. Graystripe, meet Sarah. She's going to join ThunderClan." Licking his paw, he wiped it over his ear.

"Hi! Sorry for the accusing you. No hard feelings?" He asked, cheerfully.

"It's ok," Sarah looked at the leader's den. "But when do you think Bluestar's going to change my name?"

"Soon, maybe. It seems after the hunting patrol gets back then she will probably change your name." Graystripe nodded in agreement, then padded over to the fresh-kill pile.

"They should be back! There's barly any "fresh"-kill on the pile!" Sarah ran over there, skidded to a stop when a foul smell hit her nose. Backing away slightly, she scrunched up her nose.

"You're right Graystripe! This is foul stuff! Do you think we should tell Bluestar?"

"We probably should just bury it." Graystripe told us.


Ok, im sorry this is very short, but im on writer's block very badly.... :o well yep thanks for all the messages!