Chapter 3 is up! I decided to have a little fun with Brackenfur this time. This is supposed to be part humor, right?
Disclaimer: I don't own warriors, any of the non-twoleg characters, yada yada yada.
Dear Diary,
I met the most peculiar cat today. Her name was Whitepaw. She's supposed to come later today, but young cats these days are very forgetful, and I doubt she'll remember—
"Person!" a voice called from the brush. It was Whitepaw. "I'm back!"
"Whitepaw!" I mewed in surprise. "I didn't think you'd come. Did you bring Brackenfur?"
"Sure did!" she replied. "He'll be here shortly." I used the time to prepare. I sat up straight, calmed myself, and thought of ways I could prove to an older forest cat I was friendly.
And soon enough, a golden brown tabby crept out of the bushes. As soon as he spotted me with Whitepaw, his claws unsheathed and hissed aggressively. I tried not to look frightened, but it wasn't really working. I was at a loss for words. The cat prepared to pounce.
"No!" Whitepaw shouted. He rammed into Brackenfur's side. The cat lost his balance and toppled over, glaring at the smaller cat. "She's friendly!"
At that, I held out my hand for him to sniff. "I'm Jess."
He cautiously stepped forward and sniffed my hand, and I smiled. I guess that cat was more open minded than I thought.
"Well, I am Brackenfur," he meowed unsurely. "What are you doing in ThunderClan territory, Jess?"
"Um, this is my backyard," I chuckled. "It may be yours from a cat's point of view, but it's mine from a human's."
"I see..." he pondered the thought. "Well, how come you can speak catspeak and other Twolegs cannot?"
"As I said to Whitepaw before," I stated, "Twoleg sounds demeaning. We are humans."
"That still doesn't answer my question," he was starting to look annoyed.
"Well, I grew up with a lot of cats," I replied, "I could speak cat before I could speak English."
"English?"
"It's what the humans around here usually speak," I mewed. "Whitepaw told me about ThunderClan. Can you take me there?"
"I don't think most of the Warriors will be too happy about that..."
"Whitepaw said that you probably wouldn't be too happy about that!" I pointed out. "But you're fine."
"Didn't you say that Firestar used to be a kittypet?" Whitepaw looked up to Brackenfur. "He might deal with two-" I glared at her, and she instantly realized her mistake. "I mean, humans a bit better than anyone. He could let her in!"
"Whoa, slow down!" I was taken aback. "Are you thinking I want to join the clan?"
"Do you have a problem with ThunderClan?" Brackenfur hissed.
"No, of course not!" I mewled. "I just don't think I up to a commitment like that!"
"Then why do you want to see our camp?" he challenged. "I bet you're just a filthy spy for ShadowClan!"
"Brackenfur!" Whitepaw yowled at her mentor's stupidity.
I felt like hitting my head against the nearest tree. And, just to show my annoyance to that idiot cat, I did. He seemed to respond, but I was too dizzy to be sure.
"Twolegs," Brackenfur sighed, "always doing crazy and bizarre things. Come, I'm sure Firestar would like to have a word with you." And with that, he padded off into the woods. I followed as best I could. I could of sworn I heard him mumble something about how low ShadowClan had gotten, using cat-speaking Twolegs as spies. I thought it was best I ignored that.
