Dear reader,
I'm sorry if I don't post much. I have a lot going on, and I just don't know what to do.
So my "friends" decided to create a writing club at our school. Cool, yes, and I wanted to run for president (not for my own good, but because I just wanted to make myself feel better). So I tried out for president, and guess what?
As if I haven't had enough things going on, nobody voted for me. No, instead they voted for someone I thought was my friend. My best friend, in fact. Now I'm secretary. Hate that job. I'm not organized and my handwriting is the worse.
Writing is my life, people. In fact, when I grow up, I want to be an author. I stay up late at night writing, mostly ever since I got a tablet. It's a piece of crap, though, and I hardly use it, but I used to a lot. Every night would be a new story, with a completely different theme to it. I have, on my two gmails combined, thirty-nine stories(Stand My Ground included, as it originally began on my tablet). Plus the three(Alone, Enmity, and Twisted Roots) on my deviantArt makes forty-two. Forty-two. That's almost as much as the whole entire Warrior cats series. And I started writing them a year ago. No, seriously. I got my tablet for Christmas 2012-2013.
Well, I bet you're bored of my personal issues, so I'm going to continue writing this. It's what you came here for, anyways.
"Lostpaw!" Whispered Rosepaw, dabbing a paw at her ribs. "Lostpaw, come here!"
Lostpaw stirred, her mind hazy. "Wha-"
"There's no time to explain. Honeykit called a meeting," Freshpaw urged, pressing his side up against Lostpaw. "I have no clue why, but she called one. Probably about Wishkit. She's always been on her mind."
"I don't see why," Lostpaw huffed. "She hasn't cared about Wishkit while she was still alive, so why should it be any different once she's dead?"
Freshpaw gave out an air of confusion. "It's hard to lose a sibling, Lostpaw," Rosepaw spoke for him. "You should know this. You do remember Horsekit, right?"
"I prefer to refer him as Horsepaw. If I'm an apprentice, he's one with me," Lostpaw blurted out. "Even if he's dead."
"You're crazy," Rosepaw pointed out. "I mean, I wouldn't call Freshpaw Fresh...leaf... when I am a warrior if he died right now."
"Cats grieve differently, Rosepaw," Freshpaw hissed, his tone surprisingly dark. He pushed Lostpaw to her paws, his reply to Rostpaw was obviously not for Lostpaw's ears, but she couldn't help but overhear him. "I mean, she did rely on him for everything, like getting around. Remember in the WindClan nursery?"
They don't seem to take notice that I can hear them, nor do they remember that I was blind even then. Lostpaw drew out a silent sigh as she followed Freshpaw's lead, trying her hardest not to snap. I wonder: was it like this for Forestpaw as well?
"Kits and apprentices of the three other Clans!" Honeykit called as the three climbed into the rabbit den. "As you remember, yesterday was a terrible day. Wishkit was smashed by a fallen tree that Eaglepaw managed to escape from with only a broken leg. It is, indeed, a tragedy."
She sounds like she couldn't care less.
"But enough of this talk of death," Honeykit snarled, her voice flat. "We have another issue to present. Roles! If we want to rebel against ShadowClan, we have to assume roles. First, we'll vote on the leader, then the deputy, and finally the medicine cat."
"Lostpaw should be medicine cat!" Eaglepaw snorted. "We have no use of a blind cat other than to care for us."
Freshpaw let out a growl from beside Lostpaw. "I'm pretty sure Lostpaw is as capable at producing young as the next she-cat," The friendly tom snickered, his voice soothing with his rather odd accent. "She is a she-cat."
"And she can use her nose and ears better than any other cat I know," Frogkit admitted.
"You don't need scent or hearing to be a warrior!" Eaglepaw chuckled, as if he expected Frogkit to know better. "All you need is a good view of your opponent, claws, and the guts to attack, and, let me tell you, she doesn't have any of those."
Tell that to my face, and I'll make sure you don't have a breath. Lostpaw felt her already ruffled pelt bristle uncontrollably. Then you'll see who has the guts to attack.
"What about hunting?" Freshpaw spoke out, his voice deep with both amusement and concern. "Besides, I just can't see Lostpaw as our medicine cat. She hates everyone, and I bet she wishes everyone could die."
He knows me so much, it's almost as creepy as Eaglepaw.
Rosepaw let out a cough from behind Lostpaw, her voice soft as she spoke. "Even so, Freshpaw, you've got to admit. She is a bit useless for anything else. No offense, Lostpaw," The apprentice, the sister of her love, voiced out as others spoke their agreement to Freshpaw's words.
"Flutterbreeze's kits are almost here," Honeykit told the chattering crowd, her voice shaking. "Maybe one of them would become a secret medicine cat for us."
"Yeah, but," Freshpaw contradicted the kit, his fur lying flat as he continued, "Are you expecting a kit of one of Discordstar's most loyal cats to allow this?"
Voices of agreement rose even as Freshpaw spoke, and Lostpaw's friend knocked Lostpaw aside as he stood, his voice stronger than ever as he spoke out to Honeykit and the crowd.
"We will wait as many moons as we can for our medicine cat. For now, Wishfrost will do, though there are limits to our time with her." Freshpaw had told the group, his voice stern as he continued, "But having a medicine cat won't change much about our current situation. What we need is a strong cat who can easily lead us into a successful rebellion. A cat who won't betray his kind, no matter what. A cat who chooses the proper deputy, right before moonhigh. It is tradition to, after all."
"A terrible tradition," Talonkit spoke out. "If we are rebelling, then shouldn't all ShadowClan traditions and ideas be seen as evil?"
"It is the traditions of the other Clans as well," His brother Icekit pointed out. "Like ThunderClan, which is our original Clan. Surely ThunderClan traditions aren't as evil, Talonkit?"
Honeykit yowled in agreement. "Exactly!" She began to scratch at the floor of the rabbit hole. Lostpaw could feel the screeches erupt painful bursts in her ears. "It is the rules of StarClan, after all, and every Clan must follow the ways of StarClan. What is a Clan without their ancestors?"
"A Clan doesn't need their ancestors," Freshpaw growled in disagreement. "You remember stories of BloodClan, right? They didn't need ancestors, and they've managed to survive in a TwolegPlace."
"Yeah, but Firestar killed their leader, Scourge, and BloodClan was shattered to bits," Talonkit argued, his voice brimmed with anger.
"How would you know? How would any of us know? None of us were there, and none of us have been to TwolegPlace to check," Lostpaw rebuked. "Honestly, this is a pointless argument. Why can't we just sit down and listen to Honeykit?"
Rosepaw let out a snort from behind her. "Because we're surrounded by idiots." The comment made a purr erupt in Lostpaw's throat. She continued, her voice carrying across the rabbit hole. "Lostpaw is right, everybody. For one, we can't assume anything without valid proof. Secondly, this argument is a bit tedious. Both of you are ignorant on this. Third of all, you all need to shut your mouths and listen to Honeykit before this meeting runs until we're all dust and bones."
Go Rosepaw!
"Not all of us are idiots, Rosepaw," Freshpaw murmured, his voice calm. "There's Lostpaw, there's Icekit, there's Honeykit and Frogkit, and..."
"Shut it, Freshpaw, before I shove a decaying fox down your throat," Fiercepaw threatened, his claws scrabbling against the rock under his paws."Let Honeykit speak so I can get back to sleep. My mentor wants me up bright and early for practice."
And hedgehogs may fly! Lostpaw nearly chuckled the words out, but she quickly shut her mouth as soon as she opened it. Let him remain mousebrained. Neither him nor his mentor would wake up before sunhigh for a rabbit, let alone practice and exercise.
"Anyways, does anyone have a nomination for our leader?" Honeykit blurted out, catching everyone's attention. "Each nominee must accept his nomination in order to run for leader position. We will vote for a leader after then."
Rosepaw shot up, nearly knocking both Freshpaw and Lostpaw over. "I choose Freshpaw. He's really kind, has good judgment, and is probably the most cunning cat I have ever meant."
Beside Lostpaw, Freshpaw stood firm, not even letting out a gasp of shock, for it wasn't really surprising that Rosepaw threw Freshpaw out there. However, Lostpaw caught a sense of his surprise, and she let out a mrow of amusement.
"Do you accept this, Freshpaw?" Honeykit asked, curiosity and a bit of envy (What is she jealous about?) dripping from her sweet tone. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"How can I not? Rosepaw here makes it really hard to say no," Freshpaw purred under his words, and only Lostpaw felt his amusement wave off his fur. "I accept, then."
Talonkit yowled, "I nominate Eaglepaw!" Lostpaw felt her heart sank. Not him!
"Eaglepaw, do yo-"
"Of course I do! I can't let a stupid furball like him lead our little Clan," Eaglepaw interrupted Honeykit, causing her to huff and scrap her claws against the stone.
With a sigh, Honeykit spoke out to the group in a depressed tone. "Anybody else"
Nobody said a word.
"Well, then. It's between Freshpaw and Eaglepaw. Any votes for Freshpaw?" With that very simple question, nearly every kit and apprentice in the rabbit hole, including Lostpaw, Rosepaw, and Fiercepaw, yowled their appreciation. Honeykit hushed them. "And any votes for Eaglepaw?"
Only a few voices were heard. It was obvious who won. With a yelp of surprise, Freshpaw stood up slowly and carefully and padded away from Lostpaw's side. Lostpaw's pelt bristled with pride and excitement.She wanted to yell out her pride for her friend, who was probably standing right in front of the crowd at that very moment.
"And now, Freshpaw, you must choose a deputy," Honeykit told the tom. "Make it quick, though. It's almost moonhigh."
"I saw these words so that StarClan may hear and approve my choice," Freshpaw yowled with the nobility and grace of an actual leader. Lostpaw was impressed. How did he learn the words so fast? "Lostpaw will be my deputy."
Everybody froze, the air becoming dead. Lostpaw herself froze, and she contained every urge she could to speak out, but it was clear that Freshpaw made his choice. In a sure voice, Freshpaw continued.
"It was wrong for me to ignore you, especially after Horsekit's death," Freshpaw paused, his eyes burning compassion into Lostpaw's pelt, "but I say that we should put the past behind us. Someday, Lostpaw, we'll return home, with all of this forgotten, with all our mind set forward to what we can make of the future. That goes for all of you. Forget the past and move on."
Lostpaw purred as she allowed Rosepaw to help her to Freshpaw. As soon as she reached her friend, she felt her pelt warm up. At last, something about my life to be happy about. "When you put it that way, you make it hard to decline."
With her words, hope flashed from Freshpaw. He purred, pressing his muzzle against Lostpaw's for several heartbeats before pulling away and staring down at Lostpaw with eyes that caused Lostpaw to nearly burst with happiness. "I love you, Lostpaw. I have always loved you, and I always will. We'll be warriors soon, and when that time comes, Lostpaw, I just want you to know that I will always care for you. I love you," he repeated. "More than you can ever know."
"I love you too, you stupid furball," Lostpaw teased, tears welling up in her eyes. Careful, Lostpaw. If you get any more happy, you'll explode.
"This. Is. Ridiculous!" Eaglepaw declared, his voice cloaked with frustration. "First, a cat who is better off as a kittypet as our leader, then a blind she-cat as our deputy. I'm telling you, we have no chance at freeing ourselves from ShadowClan."
Shut up, Eaglepaw. You're ruining the moment.
Lol, cliffhanger. Sorry, peeps. I'm growing tired.
Anyways, I just remembered how I was secretary for band once in the seventh grade. I hated it. I hated it so much. I wanted to kill myself. And I apologize for getting pissy. It was a bit of a shock for me, and I was already pissed at that moment. I'm always pissed nowadays.
I should have lied and said I had president experience in Band Club, but that would mean lying, and I don't like lies, especially if my "friends" could tell if it was a lie. I'm planning on quitting the Writing Club with the excuse that it took too much time out of my writing time, even though we haven't even had a single meeting yet. They need six members, and I'm the sixth. Payback for being ignorant to everything I've been through, I guess.
On a more Stand My Ground related subject, the most ironic thing happened. I was writing while listening to music, which I always do, when, during the LostpawxFreshpaw part, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri played. I don't actually like Breaking Dawn, which was the movie the song was featured in, but my friend told me about it and it kind of stuck in my Grooveshark "Listen Again" playlist.
-Sauce
