Blah. -Slams head on desk- Stupid short chapters. -Slams head on desk again, and again, and again, and again... well, you get the idea-


'Twig! Rusty! Come and play!' Pansy yowled at her brothers. For the past two moons, all Rusty and Twig talked about was become a warrior. Pansy wouldn't hear the end of it. Almost ever single day, the two of them were outside begging for Smudge to tell them another story. 'Ok!' Rusty replied. He trotted over to her, followed by Twig. They all sat down in a semi-circle. 'What do you want to play?'

'I know!' Mewed Twig excitedly. 'Lets play Warriors!'

Pansy groaned. Is that all they do these days?

'I'm Flamestar, great leader of StormClan!'

'And I'll be Branchstar, the brave commander of BrookClan!'

'Who do you want to be?' Rusty asked Pansy.

'I don't want to play Warriors. Don't you guys get it? You will never be Warriors! I bet that this "Firestar" character even exists!'

Rusty stepped back affronted. He looked at Pansy, his eyes showing the pain that the fact that his sister didn't believe in his greatest hopes and dream. Pansy stared back at him. Rusty ran off. Twig looked at Pansy for a moment.

'You know that wasn't very nice. You just crushed his dream.' Twig mewed quietly. The silence hanging in the air was awkward. Twig turned around and raced after Rusty.

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'What's wrong with you guys?' Mama asked. 'You are never apart. Pansy looked up at her mother.

'Twig and Rusty are chasing impossible dreams, Mama. I told them what was right and that this is not a dream, but reality. Warrior cats can't exist. They never will.'

Mama straightened up. She suddenly looked disappointed. 'Never say never.'

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'Mama, do we have to were these?' Twig asked mama.

'No, honey, you don't have to.' Pansy looked down from the cushy thing she was sitting on. 'Well I am.' Ever since her fight with Rusty and Twig, she has been trying to underline her difference from her siblings.

'And that's your choice.' Mama said sternly. Pansy stood up. The little "Bell" on her "collar" made a tinkly sound. It's true that the "Collar" was slightly uncomfortable, but it was different then her brothers.

'Now remember, the new House-folk are coming to pick you up today, so be on your best behavor!' Yes! Now I can get away from my brothers! A loud ding was heard from the door. Twig and Rusty scattered, but Pansy stood in place. She gave herself a quick wash to make herself look cuter. This is it! A young House-folk walked into the room. She was just a kit. Pansy walked up to the House-folk kit and rubbed up against her.

'Meow?' The house-folk kit squealed and picked Pansy. Pansy purred. The little House-folk kit waddled over to her mother and squealed again. Pansy looked up at the big House-folk. This was the last thing to do. Impress the Mother. She purred again. The big House-folk put her paw on my head and stroked it down my back. Pansy purred louder. This felt good! The House-folk yowled something at her mate and at our House-folk.

One of the House-folk went upstairs, grabbed a metal thing, in which the calico was put into. The House-folk picked up the metal thing and carried me out the door. The last thing she saw in the house was Twig, Rusty and Mama. Mama was happy, but Twig and Rusty were expressionless.


Oww... My head... R&R

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