I do not own Warriors. Sentiments
This has slight WhiteXBirch, and a totally Slut!Daisy. I do not like her, but just feel pity for her messed up love life. However, this one will be an exception, where all Daisy-haters can gather around and plot her death. This has slight mature themes, beware!
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Ch 3: Innocence
"Ahem. Wake up."
A shaft of morning light pierced the dark hollow, and something prodded Whitepaw's belly. The snowy-white apprentice groaned, and rolled away before sitting up lethargically. Through half-closed green eyes, Whitepaw blinked sleepily and yawned, revealing rows of sharp teeth, nearly the same shade as her fur.
"Wuzgoinon?" She mewed, yawning again, and squinted at the cat who woken her up, rather grouchily.
Brackenfur waited patiently for her to be fully conscious, his body blocking the sun as the rays outlined his golden-brown fur. "It's time to train."
"Just a few more heartbeats," Whitepaw begged, flopping back down into her cozy nest. "Please?"
"Whitepaw," Brackenfur meowed firmly, "Get up. Remember, the early cat…"
"…gets the mouse," Whitepaw muttered, rolling her eyes. Her mentor was full of the wise sayings that frankly, young cats found particularly boring. Although slightly mutinous, Whitepaw clambered out of her nest, shaking the moss out of her fur.
Moments later, Whitepaw was tracking down a mouse, her brain full with the advice of her mentor. Step lightly… Whitepaw grinned. This was way too easy. She's been hunting mice ever since she was a new apprentice. All she have to do is…
She suddenly paused in her careful walking. Her sharp nose picked up a scent in the air, and the smell of mouse was coming in her direction. Smiling, Whitepaw lowered herself to a crouch, ready to pounce…
"No, Daisy! You have to attack me!" Hearing the voice, the mouse scurried away. Whitepaw spat angrily and turned towards the voice. She was about to burst from the bushes when she saw her father giving Daisy a private lesson.
Why are they so far away from camp? Whitepaw wondered, and was about to greet them when she decided to watch. She could probably pick up some useful tips for her assessment. Although she knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, she had overheard Brackenfur discussing with Firestar about her becoming a warrior. Whitepaw sat down in the bush, and shook leaves out of her fur.
"But you'll be there is protect me," Daisy flirted, batting her eyelashes innocently. Cloudtail seemed to falter as the she-cat sidled up to Cloudtail and began grooming his fur.
Whitepaw mimed vomiting at her paws.
"What are you doing?" Whitepaw nearly screeched in terror, but reliezed a heartbeat later that it was just Birchpaw. His fur was fluffed up from excitement, and he stared at Whitepaw with questioning eyes.
"Great StarClan, be quiet!" Whitepaw mewed crossly, but was secretly impressed by his skills.
"'K," Birchpaw whispered. "What are you doing?" he asked again, and crouched next to Whitepaw, "Spying?"
"Nuuuuh," she protested, "it's called learning from your elders by watching silently and carefully… something you can't achieve."
Birchpaw ignored the last bit. "Whatever. See you around, Whitepaw." He nearly left when he suddenly spun around to add, "I won't tell anybody if you will tell me what they are doing." Whitepaw just rolled her eyes. Finally, the annoying tom left.
Whitepaw groaned, and went back spying… er, listening.
"Daisy, let's try that again. Remember; pack all your power... whoa, Daisy?" The she-cat was now nuzzling his chin, purring seductively. Cloudtail sighed, and began prying her off gently. But Daisy clung like a leech, squirming playfully.
"Do you like that?" She asked in a husky voice, and pinned the white warrior down on the forest floor.
Whitepaw stopped examining her claws, and stared in surprise. The whole camp knew that Daisy liked Cloudtail, but this was a bit far. Whitepaw tried to slip away as quickly as possible, but as she was going to, a thorn snagged at her fur. Whitepaw frozed. If she made any more movement, the older cats would surely hear her. Breathing shallowly, Whitepaw stood as still as possible.
Cloudtail closed his eyes, meowing tiredly, "Daisy. I was on patrol all day. Please don't…" his words were interrupted by a large yawn.
"Ooh, you poor baby," Daisy crooned, her muzzle traveling Cloudtail's body, "Is Brightheart comforting you?" Whitepaw hissed quietly, noting the disdainful tone in Daisy's words.
"Brightheart?"
"She's not exactly giving you the pleasure, is she?" Daisy smirked, and began caressing Cloudtail's face. Despite of his pride, Cloudtail moaned excitedly.
"Like that, hmm?" Daisy's tongue started traveling to Cloudtail's nether regions, giggling as Cloudtail responded again to her caressing touch. Eyes still closed, Cloudtail smiled in delight, moving his paws on her slender body.
Whitepaw did not care if they heard her. She had seen enough.
No. This can't be my father… Whitepaw broked free from the thorn, and blundered blindly away from the forest, relying only on her senses. She did not know how she found her way, but the next thing she knew, she was at the camp, panting from her escape. Her heart was thumping wildly as she rushed to the apprentice's den.
Whitepaw flopped down into her nest, choking back screams.
My father would never cheat on his mate… my mother… Daisy… I hate her… my eyes… Great StarClan, what did I see? Whitepaw's thoughts were distorted, and she did not notice Birchpaw come in.
"Hey, I saved a mouse for ya… so what happened?" Birchpaw sat down next to Whitepaw and licked her ear in greeting.
Whitepaw nearly purred in response, but it got stuck in her throat. The gesture was too much like Daisy's lustful ones… her paws all over her father's body… and his paws on hers… Whitepaw frozed.
"Nothing happened, leave me alone!" Whitepaw snapped and scrambled away from Birchpaw. She did not meet his hurt eyes as she pretended to fall asleep in her nest.
Nothing happened… Whitepaw squeezed her eyes shut, vowing to keep this to herself forever.