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*Drags Falconpaw onto screen*
Falconpaw: DNACat does not own Warriors. *Shoots a glare at DNACat* Is that good enough?
The kits chosen for Harefoot are Lightningkit and Nettlekit.
Chapter 10 (*Gasps* CHAPTER 10 WOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Would you like an allegiance update?):
A tabby she-cat collapsed into the ThunderClan clearing, her breath rapid and ears burning with exhaustion. Her chest was heaving and her eyes were shut in bliss as her paws splayed out.
She blinked open one brown eye as she heard a soft chuckle, and she stared up to see the handsome grey tabby tom known as Bumblepaw. "Tired?" He asked her curiously, giving a small smile.
"I was up half the night, and then Flamefoot surprised me with a dawn patrol!" Wrenpaw groaned sleepily at him, rubbing her sore ears. It was numbingly cold out, and frost had gathered on the leaves. Flamefoot said it was sure to melt but most cats said it was so close to leaf-bare it was sure to stay.
"Poor you." Bumblepaw laughed at her sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Yes indeed, poor her." A voice yawned as a grey mottled tom left the apprentices den. Wrenpaw spotted Falconpaw approaching, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. Wrenpaw glared at the two of them. "You two weren't on the dawn patrol, you two were cosy and warm in your nests!"
"Just go rest, you're getting moody." Falconpaw sighed at her, his breath visible in front of him and Wrenpaw batted at it.
"I'm hungry, I'm going to go see if Flamefoot will let me eat yet." Wrenpaw mewed before she turned to Flamefoot and trotted up to her.
"Hungry?" Flamefoot asked her, as if she had read Wrenpaw's mind. Wrenpaw nodded to her mentor, staring pleadingly at her. "If you want to eat, go deliver that tansy to Redflight. Last I heard, he was coughing like a kitten that swallowed a snowflake."
Wrenpaw groaned and flicked her tail in annoyance, "Please, Flamefoot. I don't want to wake him, or he'll be grumpy." Wrenpaw pleaded to her mentor.
"No, Wrenpaw. If you're going to complain over this, how will you ever be warrior?" Flamefoot asked her, giving a small snort of disapproval. Wrenpaw hissed quietly and turned away, padding over to the medicine cat den.
Owlfeather was up, being an early riser and he was sorting through his herbs. Wrenpaw noticed a small bundle of tansy on top of leaves as she padded into the entrance. "Will I take this tansy to Redflight?" She mewed, making the medicine cat jump in surprise.
"Don't…do that to me." Owlfeather gasped but he gave a small – slightly forced – smile, "Sure, take them to Redflight. Just leave them beside his nest, and also fetch him a squirrel. They're his favourite."
Wrenpaw reluctantly nodded and grabbed the tansy and snorted at the foul smell.
"Careful!" Owlfeather almost dived as he saw a leaf of tansy begin to shiver, "Careless apprentices." He murmured to himself, and turned away. Though Wrenpaw could not see it, a glimmer of amusement was in his eyes. He had been like her once too, a clumsy and klutzy apprentice who usually dropped his herbs on a daily basis.
Wrenpaw travelled across the camp towards the elder's den, and pushed her way in through the thick ivy vines that blocked over the entrance. Redflight batted open an amber eye as she entered, and he sat up. "Oh, Wrenkit. Come for a story?" He asked her, and she paused, confused. Redflight himself paused, as if he was confused at her reaction. "What? Wait, you've grown. And Owlfeather doesn't let kits take herbs to me. Tell me, have you been made an apprentice already?"
Wrenpaw nodded and dropped the tansy at his paws and tilted her head, "Do you want squirrel?"
"I may be old, but I'm not old enough to not be able to get a squirrel." Redflight purred his eyes narrowed, "Now you go relax." He ordered his voice slightly croaky and Wrenpaw turned and fled the den.
She reached the fresh-kill pile and stuck her nose in, and smelt a tangy vole. But then, alongside the smell, Wrenapaw hissed in disgust as she dug her paws into the fresh-kill pile and drug out a wren.
She turned it over and almost vomited as she spotted maggots wriggling in it's stomach. "P-Poppyfrost?" She called out in horror, and she suddenly felt very woozy. Suddenly, she collapsed and her eyes shut on their own.
"Wrenpaw? Wrenpaw, are you with me?" She heard a voice whisper to her and Wrenpaw batted open an eye. An amber eyed cat stood over her and she hissed and swung her paw in self-defence. "Stop it, you nitwit!" He hissed at her and leaped back in surprise.
"W-Who are you?" She spat at him warily, and she backed away.
"I am Night. I found you wandering throughout the forest, near those clan weirdos."
"How do you know my name?"
"You muttering to yourself. 'Wrenpaw is near' over and over." Night murmured to her, "So I just guessed that was your name."
"You better return me home, or Nightslip, Harefoot, Flamefoot and Darkstar will have your ears and tail." Wrenpaw growled at him, claws unsheathed and he struck him on the face.
"Is that anyway to thank your saviour?" Night hissed at her, barely flinching at her claws, "But fine, I'll escort you to the edge of the forest I found you at, and you can return home. But do me a favour, stay one more night."
"Why should I?"
"I-I haven't had company for a long time, other than Finn. And he's pretty dull." Night gulped awkwardly, and he ducked his head. Only then did Wren notice he was only the same age as her, but he was smaller – due to her height – and she sniffed. "Creep." She hesitated as she saw the look in his eye, "But fine, I'll stay."
Night gave her a small smile, and she sneered back in reply. "Do not try to get cosy with me." She warned him angrily, turning away and flinching in pain, "Darkstar will have my tail."
"I wasn't gonna try and get cosy." Night grumbled and glanced at the entrance, "I'm going to go fetch something to eat, stay here." He left the den, the entrance that was covered in brambles rustling, "If you need anything, call for Finn." She heard him call from outside.
"Who in StarClan's name is Finn?" Wrenpaw thought to herself but shrugged, and curled up, ready to sleep. But then an idea popped into her head. Maybe she could just sneak out now? This Finn couldn't be so bad, Night could manage surely?
Wrenpaw was about to leave when a black-and-ginger tom stepped into the den. "Going somewhere?" He asked her, eyes narrowed in accusation.
"A-Are you Finn?" Wrenpaw asked him, sitting back down in her nest.
"I am Finn, brother of Night." Finn flicked his tail impatiently, "Anyway, why were you heading toward the entrance of the farmhouse?"
"W-What's a farmhouse?" Wrenpaw asked Finn curiously, her voice staggering slightly.
"Are you nit-brained?" Finn hissed at her, green eyes flickering in hate, "A farm-house."
"I-I come from the clans…" Wrenpaw murmured awkwardly, and then she blinked. Instead of Finn, she saw the handsome ginger face of Gingerpaw, the blazing green eyes reminding her of the tom who had been as careless as to let her away as a kit when she was injured and panicky. "The clans?!" Finn hesitated as he opened his mouth and shuck his head, "What clan are you from?"
"ThunderClan."
"That clan…How is Russetflight?" He asked her quickly, before he could lose his train of thought.
"Why are you asking this?" Wrenpaw asked him curiously, cocking an eyebrow at him. Finn glanced at the ground, and shuffled his paws uncomfortably. "N-No reason." Wrenpaw stared into his blank eyes, her brown eyes showing curiosity and aggression. He stared back, and bit his bottom lip before licking a paw.
"Are you a warrior?" He asked her, trying to change subject.
Wrenpaw took it, and replied, "No, I'm an apprentice."
"Who are your parents?"
"My mother died when I was born, and my father was the former deputy before he was killed. But I was raised by Harefoot and Eagleclaw, and now my adoptive parents are Finchwing and Nightslip." Wrenpaw thought what the look on Finchwing and Nightslip's faces would be. She expected a smug, relieved grin on Finchwing's face and a hateful, worried face on Nightslip.
Maybe… maybe he would even leave Finchwing, and find a nicer she-cat. "But according to Nightslip and Finchwing, they'll never leave each other, but one day, maybe Nightslip will come to his senses." Wrenpaw frowned and realized Finn was staring her at her, head tilted in confusion.
"Why are you frowning, was it something I said?"
"N-No. I just thought of something." Wrenpaw mewed to him quietly, turning away,
"Now let me rest will you? I have to get back the clans, the gathering is only two days away!"
"What's a gathering?" Finn asked, but Wrenpaw had already fallen asleep.
A black tom broke into the den, and Wrenpaw blinked her eyes open, flinching at the strong light.
"I-I brought you some hare." Night offered, dropping a golden-brown bulky hare at her paws.
"You've got to be kidding. I'm a ThunderClan cat! Not some pesky WindClan idiot." Wrenpaw gave a small hiss but took a small bite.
"I can get you something else, if you want." Night purred at her disgusted face, but she shook her head, and she took another bite. Wrenpaw gulped down the hare, and another, and another before the whole thing had been devoured.
Night had purred and chuckled at every face Wrenpaw had made, and this made Wrenpaw hate him even more. Until eventually she lashed out at him. "Don't laugh at me, or I'll tear you to shreds!" She threatened him angrily, her claws digging into the thin and wiry material she slept on.
"Can't take a little embarrassment?" Night muttered, trying to keep his cool.
"You're a rogue! A rogue! According to my code I should not be talking to you!" Wrenpaw snarled at him and she let out a swing of her claws.
"Code this, Code that! Do you ever shut up?" Night growled at her angrily, fur bushing up angrily.
"I am a Warrior Apprentice! I must follow the code!" Wrenpaw yowled at him, her brown eyes narrowing to slits a she got up, and only then did Night realize her height. Night backed up as Wrenpaw marched up to him. "I-I…" Night gasped as Wrenpaw struck him over the ears.
"Do not give me cheek!" She growled at him and turned away, "Thanks for the hare, and goodbye.
She marched outside and her eyes burned from the light of the sun, but she kept going. She could see a blurry Finn staring at her, confused. "Wrenpaw!" Night chased after her, his dark green eyes blazing with worry.
Wrenpaw turned on him, "What?! Want to offer me hospitality?"
"No, genius. I just want to say, c-can I come with you?" Night asked her, ears lowered back in guilt.
"Now why, on StarClan's sacred name, would I let you come with me?" She asked him angrily, flicking her tabby tail impatiently.
"Finn told me about the clans, and I became hooked almost. I just wanted to see what they're like." Night mewed awkwardly, and Wrenpaw shook her head.
"No, as much as I despise you. I don't want you to die. As a rogue, you're free to do whatever you want." Wrenpaw turned away and bounded off, before either rogues could say another word.
"Stupid clan-cats." Finn grumbled to Night, and the tuxedo tom stared after Wrenpaw. He glanced back at Finn as the orange-and-black tom spoke, and shrugged. "She was interesting. Stupid, naïve and aggressive, but interesting."
"You're not 'into' her are you?" Finn teased his brother, a small smile on his face.
"Why would I be 'into' her? She's stuck-up, arrogant and mysterious."
Finn cocked an eyebrow, but gave a small smile and went back to fiddling with his claws, "Whatever you say. Whatever you say."
Wrenpaw looked over the ShadowClan territory as the sun began to fall. She had decided to wait until night, as to avoid hunting patrols. All she would have to worry about then, is the night border patrol. And they would be easy to avoid, as she had once often taken strolls in the night, and ShadowClan's small boggy area stunk terribly of dead frogs that were forgotten by their hunters and it smelt musky enough to cover up the weak ThunderClan smell that would be tracking across it tonight.
She twitched her ears, and thought about what would have happened if she brought Night back to ThunderClan. She never could see herself doing it, but if she had, Nightslip and Harefoot would flip their tails, and she would've been kicked out of the clan for getting with a rogue.
Wrenpaw spent so much time pondering over this, that she didn't realize the sun set and she jolted awake as a cricket began to chirp and the birdsongs left the forests silent.
"Time to get going." She thought aloud and she set a paw in ShadowClan territory. Not hesitating, she continued to walk on, and she flinched as pine needles crunched under her. She just hoped she was far away from the ShadowClan camp, because she bet she had scared all their prey away. "Frog-eaters."
She sneezed as quietly as possible as a slim pine needle brushed against her nose, giving her the chills.
"Who's there?!"
Wonder who that could possibly be? Hehe.
So, sorry about not updating in ages, and also sorry this chapter was not interesting. My cous from 'Murica is spending three weeks here, and it's making it difficult. ;-;
QOTD: Night and Finn? What do you think the clan will think when Wrenpaw returns?
Anyway, do you ship anyone with anyone? *Sits everyone down* TELL ME A STORY.
Sorry for that sugar rush.
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