So, I didn't get as many reviews as I hoped, but I haven't updated this in like, forever (all of five days) so I wanted to update. So, here's chapter... 11!
Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter. If I was them, I wouldn't be writing fan fictions. Which brings up the question- do the Erins write fan fictions? The world may never know...
Sandpaw looked up at the night sky from the apprentices den. Next to her was Saltpaw, and on the other side of the den was Thornpaw. He was sleeping with his back to her. Sandpaw sighed as she looked up at the star splattered sky. Why does he hate me so much? Sandpaw watched as a star zipped across the sky. I wish that Thornpaw wasn't so made at me . . . Sandpaw looked over at the brown tom once more before falling asleep.
Sandpaw woke up before any other cat got up. She slipped out of the den and out the dirtplace tunnel. No cat saw her leave, or so she thought. She raced through the forest until she found what she was looking for. She came across a tree called the Twisted Tree. The reason it got that name was because of it's shape. It had a small trunk, but it had very many branches. And it's branches reached towards the sky, twisting and turning and reaching the sky. It's branches were at least five times longer than the trunk. Sandpaw jumped up to the first branch quickly. From there on, all she had to do was a little bit of climbing, at a weird angle. But most of it was just walking- with her claws out. Once Sandpaw got up towards the top, she stopped. The sun was begining to rise, and Sandpaw watched the rays of yellow, orange and red light flash out across the sky. The sun was like a giant orb, and Sandpaw loved watching it rise and set.
"What are you doing here, so early?"
Sandpaw flipped around, her fur rising. She hadn't heard anyone climbing up the tree, but then again, she was zoned out while watching the sun rise. A brown pelt flashed as Thornpaw jumped up beside Sandpaw.
"What are you doing here, Thornpaw?" Sandpaw asked.
"I wanted to come and talk to you," Thornpaw responded.
"Wouldn't you rather be talking with Ivyclaw," Sandpaw meowed, looking away from the brown tomcat.
"No, I wouldn't," Thornpaw meowed. "I want to talk with you."
"Why?" Sandpaw asked, still not looking at him.
"Sandpaw, I wanted to say something to you," Thornpaw meowed. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I chose to hang out with Ivyclaw all of the time, instead of you."
"I forgive you," Sandpaw meowed, "For hanging out with Ivyclaw and for saying that you loved me. Now, do you fogive me for hanging out with Saltpaw so much?"
"I will always fogive you," Thornpaw meowed. "Sandpaw, you're like my best friend! My greatest rival!"
"Thornpaw, when we're warriors," Sandpaw meowed. "Maybe, after I've been a warrior for some time, maybe then . . . we can . . ."
"Really?" Thornpaw meowed.
"Yes," Sandpaw meowed. "I mean, I like you, a lot more than I should if we were only rivals. But sometimes, I want my rival Thistlekit back. When we were kits, you were always my rival, you kept me going. And now I'm asking you, for a while, please bring back that playful little furball."
"I'll always be that playful little furball," Thornpaw laughed.
"Good," Sandpaw whispered, pushing herself closer to Thornpaw.
"Thornpaw!" A silvery cat called.
Sandpaw jumped away from Thornpaw and looked over the edge of the branch to see who it was. Ivyclaw.
"Ivyclaw!" Sandpaw called. "Thornpaw's not up here, it's just me!"
"Oh, okay!" Ivyclaw called and continued her search for thornpaw.
"What did you do that for?" Thornpaw laughed once Ivyclaw was gone.
"I wanted her to leave," Sandpaw meowed simpily. "And I don't want you to leave."
"We should hunt and get back to the clan," Thornpaw meowed.
"Sure," Sandpaw meowed happily. Yay! Thornpaw and I are friends again! And now, we can go back to the good times that we had, like our hunting games!
So Sandpaw and Thornpaw hunted, bringing back three thrushes, four mice and a rabbit. Once they got back to the camp, Saltpaw came running over.
"Sandpaw! There you are! Where were you?" Saltpaw asked. Saltpaw glared at thornpaw for a moment, and Thornpaw glared back. Why?
"I was hunting," Sandpaw meowed and Thornpaw added, "With me."
"That's . . . fine," Saltpaw growled the word fine. "Come on Sandpaw, you said we could have battle training today!"
"No, I said that yesterday," Sandpaw laughed. "Today I have to be with my mentor, but you could probably come too."
"Yay!" Saltpaw meowed. He glared at Thornpaw, a look that said, score!
Thornpaw glared back, a look that said, she's mine, and stay away!
Sandpaw padded away from the two tomcats. Sheesh! Why are those two always fighting, ever time they're together? Sandpaw padded over to Illumanatedpath.
"What are we doing today?" She asked.
"Today we're going to go on a border patrol," Illumanatedpath answered. "Around the RavenClan border. Fogstep, Splashpaw, Echopoppy, Frostwhisker, Larkflight, Thornpaw, and Ivyclaw will be joining us. Oh, and if that cat Saltpaw wants to come, he can too."
"Okay, thanks Illumanatedpath!" Sandpaw meowed, running back over to her angry friends.
"Thornpaw!" Sandpaw meowed, catching his attention. "You're going on a border patrol with me." Thornpaw brightened at the sound of that. "And Saltpaw." Saltpaw looked up. "You can come too, if you want to."
"Thanks Sandpaw!" Saltpaw meowed.
"Come on!" Sandpaw meowed, racing out of camp, following the warriors and other apprentices who were going on the patrol.
"Thornpaw!" Ivyclaw meowed. "Come walk with me!"
"Ivyclaw!" Thornpaw whined. "I'm walking with Sandpaw right now! How about later?"
"Fine!" Ivyclaw meowed, with a slight hiss.
"Why didn't you walk with her?" Saltpaw meowed. "She's obviously interested in you."
"I'm not interested in her," Thornpaw growled. "There's only one that I lo-like."
Once they got to the border, the cats started marking the boundry.
"What are you doing here, Saltpaw?"
Who do you think that was at the end? (No one will guess the name right, but you may be able to guess the clan right!)
Until next update, can I please have three or more (hint hint) reviews? I did say 'please'!