I'm having somewhat of a brian fart today. That would explain the shortness of the chapters.
Too Much
"Dawnstar, come here!"
"Dawnstar, Venomfang is dead!"
"Dawnstar, please, my kits need to be apprenticed!"
"Dawnstar, Yarrowpaw needs to become a warrior now!"
"Dawnstar, Dawnstar, there is a rogue on the territory!"
"Dawnstar... Dawnstar... Dawnstar..."
"Stop it! Everyone, leave me alone!" a smoky gray she-cat yowled. She leaped down from her place on top of the Highledge and turned back to glare at her Clan. "Give me a rest! I'm only one leader without a deputy!" she cried, turning to run out of the camp. The cat darted out of the brambles, leaving a very startled Clan behind.
Dawnstar ran until she was out of breath. Her paws came to a stop when she reached a gorge. Panting, she lay down on the ground and rolled over to look at the stars.
"StarClan," she whispered. "It is so hard. I was just appointed a moon ago, and I think I am about to go insane! Venomfang is dead; Lilykit, Applekit, and Bouncekit need to become apprentices; Yarrowpaw needs to be a warrior; there is a rogue! What is one leader to do?" Dawnstar rolled onto her side and gazed at the bushes in front of her.
A little over a moon ago, something drastic had happened to ThunderClan. Their last leader, Flowerstar, had died at the paws of two ShadowClan warriors after a huge fight that broke out among the Clans. Dawnstar had been Dawnflower at the time, just a mere deputy. She had not been ready to become leader at all. When she had received her nine lives, the StarClan cats had seemed worried for her.
Now her Clan was in chaos. Two rogues had already attacked, and three kits had been killed at the large paws of badgers. She could not seem to control her Clan, and many cats were mad at her. It was all too much.
The bushes she had been gazing at quivered, and she shot up onto her paws. Her fur bristled and she unsheathed her claws, ready to defend herself. Instead of a beast, however, a cat came out from the bushes. He seemed surprised that the Clan leader was there and looked at her in confusion.
"Como te llamas?" the other cat purred, tilting his head. Dawnstar looked at him in confusion. Had the cat just said 'Go to the llama'?
"Oh, si. Ingles, I suppose. Hello. What is your name?" he mewed. Dawnstar could hear a thick accent in this cat's voice, and she wondered where he came from.
"My... my name is Dawnstar," she announced, puffing her fur up proudly. "May I ask why you are here and who you are?"
The other cat chuckled. "Ah, si. I am Odiar, which means 'hate' in Espanol. However, I do not hate anyone. Si, I am not here to harm you," he explained, using his paws to gesture. Dawnstar had never seen a more interesting cat. "I hear you are having... que? Oh yes, you are having too much. Too much of what, may I ask?"
Dawnstar studied him for a moment, and then she figured it was safe to trust him. She told him her problems as leader of ThunderClan. To her surprise, Odiar listened to her while she was talking and did not interrupt. He just nodded and took in everything she said.
Odiar nodded. "I've also had some of this... 'too much'. I was put in charge of a group of cats that want to steal kits from other cats. I quit. They disgust me," he meowed. Dawnstar nodded.
"Well, Dawnstar, shall we run away from our 'too much'? Or shall we face it bravely in the face?" he questioned, tilting his head again.
"I..," Dawnstar hesitated. Then she knew, suddenly, like a sign from StarClan.
"Clan life is not for me. I've had too much."
With this, Dawnstar and Odiar walked away, leaving their 'too much' behind them, forever.
Muahahaha! I lead ahead once again! -dances- Muahahaha! ---brackenfurlover