I am A Warrior

Ch. 2 Introducing…

The gray blur caused Orange and itself moved to the side, with the orange cat pushed into a clump of nettles. Ginger cried a yell of pain as the burrs pierced his skin. The Blur was now visible, revealing a grey cat with claws and teeth heading for the back of the downed cat. He landed on him, taking a bite at his neck. Orange writhed in pain at the bite, and flipped Gray off his back to pounce on him.

This is madness, why is Gray attacking him? I got to do something.

I came up with part of a plan, the first step was getting Gray's attention,

"Here Kitty Kitty."

Both cats froze. Gray had a look of pure rage.

"What did you say?!"

Step one complete, what am I going to do for step six?

Gray's body was trembling in fury, he was going to blow. I didn't know how to fight in a cat's body, but I was going to fight with what I know. The stance I took was hard to manage, my back straining. Essentially, I was standing on my hind legs with one "Foot" forward, and one back. My "hands" were bent down, outstretched.

I look completely ridiculous.

Gray didn't seem to care, as he made his own.

Come on think, what's going through his head?

He is moving his body lower. He was going to pounce.

He's just going to repeat what he did before? I might know a move that can counteract it… But as I am?...

I would find my answer soon, as Gray Charged forward.

I needed to wait for the right moment. He jumped with his paws close together, claws out, and a mouth wide open. Almost like a lion going for the kill. Every second that passed felt longer than the last as he moved closer and closer to my body. I needed to wait a little more.

Wait for it, wait for it…. NOW!

I raised my right paw, only to bring it back down on Gray's two paws. Just as they were swatted down, I raised my paw up one more time to bring the "wrist" of my paw under his head. It knocked him into a backflip, landing on his back with a shocked expression.

It worked! I knew it would! Now to see how Ginger was doing…

I looked where said cat was, and saw a face of amazement with his jaw hanging open.

"Are you alright?"

He shook his head up and down with his mouth still open. I found it funny, telling him,

"You know, you could catch flies with your mouth open like that."

He closed his mouth now having a look of embarrassment making me laugh. Sadly, the world came rushing back to me as I remembered what kind of situation I was in.

Cats… How did I get here? WHY am I a CAT?! I know the questions, I need ANSWERS!

My internal dialogue moment was brought to a halt when Orange's face changed from embarrassment, to fear.

Orange then yelled, "Behind you!"

I turned around to see Gray back on his feet. His face was hung low so we could not see it. Started by the sight, I jumped back to Orange's side, not knowing what was going to happen. To tell you the truth, it creeped us out. So we got into our stances that we found comfortable, and expected the worst. Gray started to speak.

"That…."

This was it.

"That was…"

His "thats'" were getting louder.

This could get ugly...

"THAT WAS AMAZING!"

…..

Orange had a look of disappointment, while I had a deadpan look after the declaration of the now goofy gray cat in front of us.

This is awkward.

"What?"

First he wants to attack ups out of the blue, now he is like a kid in a candy store.

Gray started talking again. "That kittypet did ok, But YOU! You just took me down with no effort! Where did you learn that!?"

"I learned it from an old friend. One I haven't seen in years. When we were kids, he would show me how to do stuff like that after school. It was hard for me to do then and now, thanks to the condition I'm in right now."

It wasn't that hard really, just weird.

Gray looked confused, "I didn't understand half of what you just said."

His face went back to the dumb grin. "But that's ok, It was amazing to see, even if I lost. I gotta ask, what are your names?"

I would like to know Orange's and Gray's names too, I can't keep calling them by color forever.

Ginger went first, "My name is Rusty."

Ok. At least it was better than the Color name I gave him. I'm sure Mr. Attacker here has a better name...

"I'm Graypaw of Thunderclan!"

Of course…

"And I'm training to be a Warrior for my clan."

It was hard for me to listen after hearing his name.

Seriously, who would name their kid after their color?

"Well?!"

I was taken from my thoughts, then realizing that I hadn't told them my name.

"Right, my name is John Hart. Well this is all nice getting to know each other, I would kind of like to know where we are. I'm lost right at the moment."

"Well, right now you are in Thunderclan territory, Rouge."

"Ha, Seriously? Thunderclan? And what do you mean by rouge?"

The cat's cheeks puffed up.

"It's not smart to make fun of us, considering you're on our territory. But I guess that just proves my point, you're not a part of the other clans."

Rusty took charge of this question, "Other Clans?"

Graypaw now seemed to become Impatient.

Seriously, is he bipolar?

"Come on! You must have heard of the 4 Clans of this land, we hunt here all the time. As I said, I belong to Thunderclan. The other clans are always stealing what's ours, especially Shadowclan. They would have ripped you to shreds, no questions asked."

Ironic, considering I have questions.

Graypaw didn't stop there. After hacking out a bit of spit, he continued, "It's rightfully ours, it is the job of Thunderclan warriors to keep them out of our land. When I complete my training, I will have them shaking in their flea bitten skins. They won't dare come near us then!"

"So you're not a Warrior?" Both Rusty and I were confused.

"Why, did you think I was?" He had a proud look about him. But Gray shook his wide fuzzy head. "I won't be a Warrior for ages, I will need to go through the whole training first. You have to be six Moons before you can even begin. Tonight's my first night out as an apprentice."

The Star Wars side of me just screamed at this. I restrained myself for the moment, as Rusty asked Gray why he doesn't just find an owner to take care of him.

I may not be the the smartest man "cat" alive, but that was a dumb question to ask.

And of course gray took offence to it. He went on a tirade on why he would never do something like that, and said that we need to be free and wild. It was a speech that would make PETA cry tears of joy. Once more, he built up spit and spat it to the ground.

I hope he doesn't make a habit of it, it's getting really old real fast.

"Have either of you tasted a real mouse?"

Rusty said, "No."

I said, "No."

(Did you really think I did up to this point?)

Rusty didn't finish, "Not yet anyway."

"I guess you'll never understand."

Once more, Graypaw gave a speech. This time, it was about his superiority as a clan cat and how he was born with his skills.

Nazi Germany would be so proud of him. He would probably be awarded a medal of sorts.

Gray's speech was stopped short by Rusty, "That's not true, I have a wild side!"

Gray was about to retort, when he stopped himself. He had a look of terror.

"Oh no, I smell my clan members! You need to get out of here! They won't be pleased with both of you being here hunting!"

Rusty started looking around to see where they were.

I was confused, "I wasn't hunting here."

"It doesn't matter, you need to go! Run!"

We were about to run, but a voice behind us spoke, "What's going on over here?"

End Chapter