Hey, this is my first fiction story on this site, so if I seem inexperienced, thats why. This fanfiction story is rated T for some language and situations.
Note: I do not own the Warriors stories Erin Hunter does, but I did come up with all of the names in my story and the plot. If you happened to come across a name you came up with too, then I must let you know that I did not steal anything from any author.
The ThunderClan Life
As dawn arrived, the cats of ThunderClan started emerging from their dens, stretching. If any cat had briefly glanced towards the still-dark entrance of the awakening camp, they would have glimpsed a pale grey shape slip quickly out of the camp.
Ashenpaw let out a heavy sigh of relief, happy that he had left undetected. Absolutely sure that one of the many she-cat apprentices (well ok, there were five. But hey, that was a lot seeing that he was one of two toms in apprentice duty) would have seen him leave, he had headed towards the gorse tunnel as soon as his ears had picked up the rustling of the first cat who was awake enough to make their way out into the sunlight. The tabby gave a shudder as he thought of the female apprentices; they were WAY too clingy. That is with the exception of one beautiful member of the little "posse" they had. She was the reason why was out in the forest so early, the reason why he had spent most of the night lying on his side in the middle of the camp, devising a plan which he was carrying out at the present.
Why was all of this? Ashenpaw had a huge crush on a certain calico she-cat named Paintedpaw and for a while now had been trying to think of ways to court the very special apprentice. His paws veered off the well worn path to the heart of the TallPines and turned to a place where very few cats ever ventured: the Twoleg Place.
He leapt to the top of one of the bright white fences and tail swishing, peered into the garden below until he found what he was looking for. Gracefully Ashenpaw sprang into the garden, padding swiftly towards a specific row of flowers. Choosing the prettiest rose (a pink one with a hint of yellow and the tips of the petals turning darker into a light shade of red), he bent it over, attempting to snap the stem. The tom winced as a sharp thorn stabbed into his paw.
" Whoever said 'Love isn't a bed of roses' is wrong. It is exactly that. Sometimes its pretty, other times it just plain hurts if you do something wrong to get at it. Stupid thorns!" The apprentice muttered through gritted teeth. He desperately tried to pull the thron out but it just dug deeper into the pad of his front paw until it snapped completely off of the stem. Ashenpaw made a face as he limped over to a clump of lavender, pulling some out then returning to the fallen rose. As the tomcat bent over to pick it up, a n angry shout spooked away the roosting ravens who had been watching him curiously. A twoleg started walking menacing towards him. The twoleg waved his arms, then began to chuck gardening tools at the ThunderClanner. He dodged them as he pelted towards the fence with the plants in his mouth until a small shovel suddenly struck him on the back of the head.
As Ashenpaw stopped, momentarily dazed, he felt blood oozing down his neck from a gash on the back of his head. Shocked, his body froze up and he couldn't bring himself to move as the twoleg started coming closer.
"Move idiot!" A shrilly shriek brought him back to his senses, and shaking his head the gray tabby sprang to the top of the fence. Looking back, he saw the twoleg had turned back to the house and a pale ginger she-cat was weaving herself between his legs, tail held high in greeting. As her piercing icy blue gaze locked onto his, he realized she wasn't doing this out of affection for her twoleg, but as a distraction. He blinked in thanks and she dipped her head. Her owner stroked her back and she flinched slightly and her striped fur bristled; clearly she didn't like the human.
Ashenpaw dropped down to the ground on the other side, glad to be back in the forest, and ran awkwardly back to camp on three legs, all the while the image of the kitty pet who saved him from further injury stuck in his mind.
I hope you have enjoyed my story so far. I'll post the next chapter after I get feedback. If I don't get any reviews, then I'll just go ahead and post the next chapter in a day or two. Please tell me what you think! I am open to any suggestions.