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Chapter 7

Firestar blearily opened his eyes and squinted as bright sunlight filtered through cracks in the log. The other leaders were still sleeping soundly. Firestar padded softly away and sat down on the Stump and watched the rising sun as the ruby red ball of fire slowly rose. Slowly, cats started waking up and deputies were setting more hunting and gathering patrols. There was a stack of Squirrelkillers and Killers in the middle of the clearing next to the dwindling fresh kill pile.

"Are they going on patrols?" Mistystar asked padding silently up behind Firestar. Firestar jumped.

"I'm sorry I scared you." Mistystar purred.

"Oh that's quite all right." Firestar meowed sarcastically.

"Now don't be like that." Mistystar teased.

"To answer your question," Firestar said, avoiding Mistystar's teasing, "Yes, they are going on patrols."

"Good." Mistystar replied. She walked away toward what used to be her territory.

"Where are you going?" Firestar called.

"Fishing." Mistystar yelled over her shoulder.

"Might as well get some hunting in." Firestar muttered to himself. After catching two mice, three voles, and a rabbit, Firestar remembered to get some training for the Squirrelkillers in. As he returned to the clearing, he saw milling around doing nothing. He hopped onto the Stump and yowled, "All cats old enough to catch their own prey come here to the Stump for a meeting!"

"What's this all about?" Blackstar growled.

"We need to get training in with the Squirrelkillers." Firestar replied softly.

"Oh right." Tallstar said leaping and landing lightly on the Stump.

"Clans," Firestar yowled. "We must train to use the Squirrelkillers, yes, even the warriors and even us leaders need to train in the use of these Squirrelkillers. In case we are attacked, we will be even more ready to face the Twolegs!" A roar of approval rippled through the crowd of cats.

"The warriors who have the most experience with the Squirrelkillers were train everyone." Firestar yowled out. "That would be Sorreltail from Thunderclan, Blackclaw from Riverclan, Onewhisker from Windclan, and Tawnypelt from Shadowclan. Agreed." Firestar asked. "Yes!" the throng of cats yowled at the top of their lungs.

"All right, Sorreltail, Blackclaw, Onewhisker, and Tawnypelt please give us demonstration about how to use these Squirrelkillers." All four cats nodded in agreement.

"The first thing about these Squirrelkillers is loading it, fast. This is how you do it." Sorreltail demonstrated. She set 5 Killers on the ground. "Alright." Tawnypelt mewed. "On your marks, get set, go!" Sorreltail pulled out the bottom of the Squirrelkiller. She then put them in, one, two, three, four, five, as the clans chanted, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven! " Many of the apprentices gasped and the senior warriors gave a grunt of appreciation. "That is the first lesson." Sorreltail explained.

"The second lesson," Tawnypelt explained, "Is how to pull back this so you can fire the Squirrelkiller. Blackclaw, please demonstrate." Blackclaw growled in annoyance, but agreed. He showed the cats to get a good grip and to hook their claws around it and pull back as hard a possible. "All right, onto the final lesson. We will teach you how to aim and use the Squirrelkiller." Tawnypelt meowed. Everyone cheered. "Settle down." Tawnypelt yowled. The clans immediately fell silent except for a few apprentices who soon shut their mouths.

Onewhisker pointed to a few things on the top of the Squirrelkiller with a hole in the center of them. "If you've noticed, these little things are on the top." Onewhisker said.

"How's that going to help?" An apprentice asked from the back.

"Good question." Onewhisker replied. "To answer it, let me demonstrate. If you stare through the center of the hole and match it up with a point, it should hit the target." Onewhisker pointed the Squirrelkiller at a mouse about 50 fox lengths away from him. "I'm pointing at that mouse; let's see if I can hit it." Onewhisker paused to aim for a few heartbeats before standing on his haunches and bracing the Squirrelkiler against his shoulder. He pushed the button, and what was left of the mouse could only be described as a bloody splatter.

"That is also," Onewhisker paused. "the right way to aim and shoot the Squirrekiller. You balance on your haunches, aim, brace the Squirrelkiller on your shoulder and fire. Does everyone get that?" Everyone nodded. "Very good." Tawnypelt said. "I think we can actually start using these Squirrelkillers." A cheer went up. "However, there are a few rules." A few cats groaned.

"Number one: Do not point a Squirrelkiller, even one without a killer, at a fellow Clanmate. Doing so will result in no Squirrelkiller practice for a whole moon! Second, if anyone is injured or killed because of being shot by a Squirrelkiller, that cat will be banished and will never come back. Thirdly, No one is to every use them without our permission, not even the leaders. Got it?" The throng of cats nodded eagerly. "Good. We'll each train our own clan and meet back here between noon and dusk."

Once the time between noon and dusk arrived, everyone, tired but triumphant, came back to the clearing. A few of the apprentices were boasting. "I'm so good, I shot a mouse's head 100 fox lengths of." And a few other impossible feats were being boasted about. Sorreltail, Tawnypelt, Blackclaw and Onewhisker reported to the leaders. "Everything is fine for Windclan." Onewhisker meowed. "As with Shadowclan." Tawnypelt said. "And Thunderclan." Sorreltail cut in. "As well as Riverclan." Blackclaw growled. "Good." Firestar mewed. Now go get some fresh kill and take a good rest, you look like you deserve it." The other leaders agreed and the four "Mentors" padded away towards the fresh kill pile.

"Well." Firestar said as he stretched out. "That was tiring."

"I'll say." Tallstar said.

"Well," Mistystar yawned. "Might as well get some sleep now."

The leaders padded into the Log and curled up in their respective nests and soon fell asleep, lulled by the sound clan life right out of the log.

Jared Hartbreaks POV

"Hello? Jeremy. Is that you?" Jared asked reclining in his chair as he talked with an old friend.

"Jared! How's it going?" Jeremy asked.

"Not so good. Say, do you have a few bombs lying around in your basement? I know you keep a lot of junk down there."

"As a matter of fact, I can actually build you a few."

"Could you?" Jared asked excitedly.

"Why of course." Jeremy said with a mock betrayed voice. "When have you ever doubted me?"

"Well, never." Jared laughed.

"Good. Well, since we're friends and I'm sure you'll put it to good use, I can give you a 50% discount on the price."

"Well, how much is it going to cost." Jared demanded.

"Well well well." Jeremy laughed. "Always the impatient one. Anyway, it'll only cost about 3000 dollars."

"Not bad." Jared mulled it over. "All right, deal. Meet me at Big Daddy's Café on Route 66 on Saturday 3 o clock. Can you do it?"

"Oh course. See you then."

"Bye." Jared hung up. A grin lit up his face as he rubbed his hands together. "White Hart Forest," he declared. "Say your prayers. HA HA HA HA HA!" He laughed evilly.

Alright guys. That was chapter 7. 15 reviews or else. You guys are really pushing it. .