Like I've said before, this is the sequel to my other story, One of WindClan, but it doesn't matter if you read that one first or not. This is pretty self-explanatory. And one more thing, I don't own Warriors or anything of the likes.
It was a rainy night. Sharpclaw was sitting just outside the tunnel entrance to the camp. It was the third time that week she'd almost run away. She just didn't feel like she belonged. Sure, she'd been given her warrior name, and the Clan seemed to like her. But the feeling was there. She didn't have any WindClan blood in her, besides her uncle Patchclaw. Even though he was the deputy, but the rest of the Clan didn't seem to acknowledge that they were related, in her opinion, at least. Her own brother, Flashfur, fit in fine with the Clan. He was accepted. They liked him, but, was it just her imagination, or did they seem to avoid him when he was playing with her?
Sharpclaw shook her head. There had to be something wrong with her. With parents from RiverClan and ShadowClan, and a foster kittypet mother, who could blame them? Of course they wouldn't like her. She remembered when she'd told her brother about her worries. He'd told her that it was all in her imagination, and that she was loved by all the Clan. She'd spat in his face and told him to quit lying to make her feel better. They'd never made up, mainly becuase of Sharpclaw's stubbornness. She loved her brother, but sometimes he could be a real pain.
As the rain poured down on her sleek black fur, Sharpclaw decided that she would run away. Just not tonight. She could bear to spend another moon in WindClan, until the next Gathering, just to say her silent goodbyes for the last time. With a small sigh, she got up and walked back through the tunnel, back to her warm, dry moss bed.
It was raining in ThunderClan territory too. Nightshade sat outside his camp entrance, just as Sharpclaw had done. Only he was there for punishment. The dark colored tabby was a troublemaker, and tonight he was to guard the camp in silent vigil, as if he was first becoming a warrior. That would have been alright, except for the rain. It seemed to come down harder and harder the longer he sat there.
Nightshade shook his head to clear his ears of the constant water flow pouring down on top of them. It wasn't that he did things all the time. Sometimes trouble was just attracted to him. He scoffed at himself. Who was he kidding? He was a troublemaker, through and through, and nobody thought he would never be anything else. No matter how much he tried. He mentally recounted all the things he had done. Collapsed the warriors den, flooded the nursery, made the elders think they were being attacked by adders, and on and on.
Nightshade stopped himself. He hadn't meant to do all those things. He realized that the worst things he had ever done were by accident. He had only been trying to sneak up on the warriors when the den had collapsed. That was when he had been an apprentice. He himself had been surprised when Spotstar had given him his warrior name. He'd expected he'd stay an apprentice forever. He supposed that they all thought the warriors could whip him in to shape. Apparently not. Trouble still came to him naturally. With a shrug, he turned to patrol the other side of the camp, trying not to knock anything over this time.
I realize this is kindof short, but I just wanted to give you guys a chance to see if it is any good. R+R pleasles...