Hello! I'm so proud of myself. I updated both m stories on the same day. I know it's nothing so amazing, but I've never done it before.
Anyway, thank you for all the great reviews.
Eaglepaw groomed her silver fur carefully, until it was sleek and soft. She wanted to look good for Bluepaw, when he would come back from training. She knew he liked her, and that Breezepaw was just being stupid by thinking she has a chance with him. Why would anyone like Breezepaw, when they had her? She had at last gone to explore the territory with Fogwhisker, which had been a total disaster and resulted in her having to take care of the elders. After she stomped back to camp and checked the elders for fleas, she got to rest. And now she was just waiting for Bluepaw to come.
"Eaglepaw!"
Eaglepaw looked up as her name was called, and spotted Fogwhisker padding to her. "Were starting a t dawn tomorrow. Hunting." He was obviously annoyed at his apprentice, and Eaglepaw had to swallow back a smirk. She was about to turn away when he spoke again. "And if you do, or say anything while we're hunting," he growled. "You'll be taking care of the elders for the next moon."
Eaglepaw huffed and looked at the tom disdainfully, but the look was quickly wiped from her face when she spotted Bluepaw padding into camp. Fogwhisker completely went out of her mind, and she raced to Bluepaw, ignoring her mentor completely.
"Hey," he mewed, his voice level. Eaglepaw looked at him, admiring his broad shoulders and sleek blue-gray pelt.
"Hello," she responded enthusiastically. "Want to share something?" she asked, pointing with her tail at the stocked fresh-kill pile. Bluepaw shook his head.
"No, thanks. I'm not hungry. I really need to go to sleep."
Eaglepaw felt a stab of annoyance as he stepped away from her and into the apprentice's den. What's wrong with him? Does he not want to be with her?
No. Eaglepaw shook the thought away. He does want, but he's just tired. I must be. There's no way he doesn't like me, right? Eaglepaw really hoped so.
A sudden yowl caused her to jump in alarm, and suddenly a heathery scent drifted towards her. Heather?
"WindClan's attacking!" yelled some cat, just as she came to that conclusion herself. She panicked. What do I do? How to fight WindClan, when I had no training? I can't fight! But I have no choice, WindClan won't leave me untouched just because I'm an apprentice.
A weight that landed on her and pushed her to the ground put a stop to her panicked thread of thoughts. All around her small fights were arrupting between the two Clans, and there were yowls echoing through the camp. She tried to push her attacker off using her strong hind legs, but that didn't work. This cat was much larger then her, probably a warrior, and she had no chance to get it off with just force; she just wasn't big, or strong enough. She felt helpless underneath him. Is this what Breezepaw feels all the time? She wondered briefly. That's not important right now, she told herself. She had to focus on freeing herself. A sudden idea flashed through her mind.
Eaglepaw let herself go limp, relaxing all the muscles in her body. When the WindClanner loosened his grip slightly, she managed to roll away, and quickly jumped on to her paws. The cat growled in annoyance, and she growled back. Before she knew what was going on, the cat attacked, not more then a blur, taking the legs out from underneath her and scratching her ear at the same time. Eaglepaw hissed as a drop of blood trickled on to her face, and barely managed to move out of the way as the cat leaped at her again. As she moved to the side, the tom caught her leg and pulled it, causing her to tumble to the ground. He pinned her down, and raised his paw, claws shining in the sunset light. Eaglepaw narrowed her eyes for the blow, but it never ame, because saw a flash of white pushed the cat off of her. Eaglepaw caught her breath for a couple moments before getting up, and to her shock she saw Breezepaw, Breezepaw, swirling around the cat who had attacked her, and more or less holding her ground. What!? How did she do that? She's so small, how did she save me? How did I let myself get into a position were I needed her help? How did she manage to help!?
The WindClan cat was beginning to overwhelm Breezepaw, pushing her back and scratching her flanks, and Eaglepaw jumped in with her, and with their commbined blows they managed to drive him away until he raced out of camp. Eaglepaw stood beside Breezepaw, out of breath, watching the rest of her Clanmates drive the rest of the cats away. Eaglepaw lay dazed on the ground. She had no idea how this all just happened. Breezepaw helped her, and then she helped Breezepaw. That had never happened before. A sudden, strange warmth filled her chest, directed at Breezepaw, as she got up and stumbled into the apprentice's den, too tired to try to help the rest of the Clan or to see what was going to happen.
She lay in her nest for a bit, playing over the last few moment's events. She began drifting into sleep when she heard a laugh and murmurs and she looked up. The warmth disappeared instantly from her belly, turning to anger as she saw Bluepaw. Not because of Bluepaw, but because of the cat laying next to him, purring. Hot anger filled her, surging through her veins, her fur spiking up. Breezepaw.