If you're curious as to how far I came before stopping "The Uprising" (its Scratch name. Remember that, Frostypearl, Pantherpaw, and Starrysong?), well wonder no longer! Here is how far I came before stopping it.

Starpaw was hastily trotting back to the camp. Her keen ears picked up on every minute sound that echoed through the pouring rain. Were those leaves crunching under pawsteps? Or maybe the faint breath of a hostile cat? She shivered as she hurried through the shadowed places, but tried to avoid them as much as she could. A branch cracked, and she jumped, thinking that it could have been hostile jaws or- Starpaw looked at her feet, and chuckled uneasily, looking at the branch she had stepped on. She scented a cat, a ForestClan cat. Starpaw took a step forward, gagged, then dropped the bundle of leaves in her mouth. She tried to puff up her fur to look more fearsome, but the rain just beat it back to her skin again.

"Wh-who's there?" she mewed nervously. The cat came closer and closer, then walked out of the undergrowth. Starpaw jumped back, then bowed her head. "Sand!" she chirped, "What a surprise!"

"Yes," Sand quipped dryly, "Especially since you're on ForestClan territory."

"Oh, I-I didn't know."

"Now you should kindly leave." Starpaw bowed her head again, and thought that Sand looked very-

"You're expecting!" she cried.

"Shhh!" Sand hissed, "I don't want them to know!"

"Why?"

"Because I don't want them to treat me like I'm special."

Starpaw nodded, then lowered her voice, "Who's the father?" she whispered. Sand flushed a bit.

"Oh, it's-" she looked behind her, "Flame."

"Flame?" Starpaw frowned, "But, but I thought-"

"He only behaves that way to outsiders. He's very-" Sand looked away, "-Loving." She turned to go. "He'll be a good father... IF he lives."

"Ooohh! Wait, what do you mean, IF he lives?!"

"That's no business of yours!" Sand hissed, her blue eyes gleaming with an angry light. Starpaw backed off, intimidated.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- I- That is-" Sand shook her head, then leaped into the undergrowth. Starpaw was staring at where she had last seen the tan cat, and was lost in thought. Suddenly, she was aware of somecat calling her name.

"Starpaw! Have the trees swallowed you up? Come!" Starpaw sighed, then picked up her bundle of herbs, and trotted to her mentor. Mistflower's tail twitched. "Finally! I trust you brought the catleaf?" Starpaw nodded. "Good, then. We should go back to the camp. It's getting dangerous out here." Mistflower was going to leave, but stopped, and gave Starpaw a quick sniff. "You've been talking with another cat, from another Clan. What were you saying?" She started padding along the trail, and Starpaw gave a little bound so she could match her strides with Mistflower's.

"We were- uh, talking."

"I know that. About what?"

"Things."

"Such as?" Starpaw sighed, knowing that Mistflower would soon get bored of this game, and was rather irritated of it herself.

"Sand is going to be kitting soon."

"That's, good news for ForestClan, I guess."

"She's also more hostile acting."

"Well, now. You were on the territory."

"You asked me to find some catleaf! I had no idea-" Mistflower swept her tail.

"Enough!" she snapped, "Stop trying to pin the blame on some other cat, it's useless!"

LAME. I mean, I hope you enjoyed this! And remember, you always have to write bad stuff before you start the good stuff. And this was very... Bad. Anyways, I'm re-writing it, I hope! So stay tuned!