ATTN: I HAD SOME EDITING TO DO WITH THE FANFICTION AND I ENDED UP DELETING THE WHOLE THING. SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENIENCE. :3
IT'S FUN TO WRITE WITH CAPSLOCK ON…
I was bored and a strange idea popped into my head. Cats in… high school?
So I thought, Aw, what the hell. And that's where I am now.
Oh yeah,
Please, no flaming.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS OR ANY OF THE CATS. I just manipulate the hell outta them. :3
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Firepaw took in a slow breath of air as he entered his new school. Warrior Cats High was known for druggies, delinquents, and drop-outs. His head whipped around as a cat crashed into him. He watched curiously as the cat staggered to its feet and turned to look at him.
"Sorry." The strange cat meowed. "Hmm. Hooohaaha. I haven't seen you around here before. Pfft! You must be new. What's your name?"
"Firepaw." He meowed cautiously. The cat had a strong scent of catnip on him.
"Haha. Ok. I'm Graypaw. Hah. Nice to meet ya. Heheewhoo." He meowed as the bell rang.
"Shit. We're late." Mewed Firepaw hastily.
"Huh?"
"Nothing… See you later?" The small orange cat meowed.
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On his way to class, Firepaw stopped dead as he locked eyes with a pretty, silver-gray cat. He suddenly felt awkward, and had the sudden urge to make himself look like a fool.
"HAZAAA!" he screeched as he hit his head against the wall, causing the wall to collapse. He scratched his head nervously, obviously catching the cat's attention.
"Hoo, boy. That was weird."
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The class grew silent as the new cat padded through the newly collapsed wall. He glanced nervously at the students and realized their attention was on him. He quietly took his seat next to the pretty, gray she-cat and an orange-tabby she-cat with a couple of nose and ear piercings.
"Hey! You're the cat that totally bashed the wall with his head, right? I'm Cinderpaw? What's your—" Her words were cut off when the teacher spoke up.
"This is no time to converse with the new students, Cinderpaw." Lionheart meowed sternly. "By the way, class, this is Firepaw, our new student."
Once again, the class looked at him expectantly, like they wanted him to say something.
"Uh… Hi... I like…edible tables."
"Eww. He smells funky. Like a slimy, rotting carcas." Giggled a large, tough looking tabby tom. The teacher threw him a scornful look.
Firepaw narrowed his eyes and bit back a retort. He would shove that remark back down his throat after class. Until then, he would just have to sit through the teachers lecture.
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M'kay. End of Chapter One. Sorry for the short chappie. Read and review please.
Please send me ideas to throw in the story line. n.n
Thanks