The random tales of the warriors

Tribe of rushing water randomness part one

Disclaimer: I don't own the warriors. I own the OC's and what Plot there is in this story.

Stormfur was watching his mate, Brook, when the tribe Teller walked in to the cave.
The Clan born cat was rather confused, as it seemed that the Teller was panicked about something.
"What is wrong, Stoneteller?" asked Stormfur.
"Hello, Stormfur. I am afraid that some of the tribe need to stop playing games all day and get a job, so the tribe can thrive.
We need more shopping as we have run out of coffee for an elder who is grumpy without their coffee in the mornings.
All the Mothers need their wool for their scarves and hats for the Kits and To-Bes in Training," replied the tribe's new Stoneteller, who was Brook's brother.
"All right. I will also do my bit and get a second part-time job, to help the Tribe," agreed Stormfur.

Shortly, Stormfur and the younger, Tribe cats were at the Cat Library, looking for a job to help the Tribe get Mice Money to buy essentials.
He found a recruitment event for a restaurant that was due to open fairly near the Tribe's territory.
He noticed that the restaurant was named Warriors coffee shop and Bakery.
He booked a time and retrieved a copy of his CV from his email account.
He printed off a few copies of his CV and told the other Tribe members about the event.
The former Riverclan warrior was nervous about going to a job interview after a few years at his part-time job at the Kittypet Bar.
But he was determined to help the Tribe out where he could.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day of the event came and Stormfur was waiting patiently for the previous group to leave.
He noticed a Tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes walking in.
He watched as she sat down, looking nervous. He decided to walk over and talk to the nervous tortoiseshell she-cat.
"Hello! My name is Stormfur! I live with the Tribe of Rushing Water! What is your name?" asked Stormfur, a grin on his face.
"My name is Warmheart of Lunaeclipseclan! I went to University, studying Cat Crime Science.
But I graduated nearly a year ago and I have been looking for a job since.
Urm, the Cat Job Centre sent me here. I hope I am well prepared for this.
You see, I have had eight Job interviews and I didn't hear anything back from them," sighed the tortoiseshell she-cat, green eyes seeming to dull.

Shortly, Stormfur was being interviewed by a black furred tom with amber eyes, named Nightclaw.
He found that the interview did not feel like an interview and he relaxed.
He asked questions about the job and about the uniform.
At the end of the Interview, he handed over his application form and CV to Nightclaw.
He had seen Warmheart leaving the room as well.
Stormfur asked her how she found the interview and made small talk before watching her leave the building.
Stormfur went to Catos before heading back to the tribe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, with the Kits ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Brook was watching over the kits, while their mothers had gone to a recruitment event.
A brown kit had gotten a hold of a young Hunter's laptop and decided to play a game.
Unfortunately, the game the kit was playing was called Mad Warrior. And it was a horror game.
Brook quickly told the kit to turn off the game and put the laptop back where it had been found by the kit.
She had decided to read the kits a story for their naps, but ended up falling asleep herself.

A few hours passed, and Brook woke up to find that the walls of the cave had been drawn on and the kits, themselves, were covered in shaving cream.
"What happened to this place?" asked Brook, her eyes gazing around the cave.
She listened as the kits explained everything to her. It certainly was an interesting story, involving markers, shaving cream and glitter.
Brook could see that the kits were embarrassed by their actions that she decided to not tell anyone the story.
Instead, she helped the kits clean up their mess, before the rest of the tribe cats came back.

Shortly, the kits were asleep, when their mothers came back.
"How have the kits been, Brook?" asked a tribe mother.
"They have been fine. There was an incident, but I cleared it up," replied Brook.
She watched as the Mothers curled up to the kits and sighed.
One day, she will become the awesome Brook, master kit sitter. She smiled at the thought of being the leader of a kit army.
She could see it, a group of kits, causing chaos as her enemies feared her army of adorable agents of chaos.
Maybe, Stormfur will be her second in command, being both her mate and partner in chaos.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, with Stormfur~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stormfur was having a cup of Coffee, when he got a strange feeling of someone thinking of him and world domination.
He had an awful feeling that his mate was planning world domination again.
He didn't know why his mate was planning world domination again, but he had a feeling that she wanted him to rule by her side.
Which wasn't so strange as she was his mate, but he didn't want to be involved in world domination plots as they reminded him of Stonefur's death when he was an apprentice in Riverclan.
Stonefur had protected both him, Mistyfoot and Feathertail from their deaths at the paws of Tigerstar, because they were Half-Thunderclan, Half-Riverclan. Stormfur was glad that he stayed with the Tribe after the clans moved to the lake.
He had finally found his home where he belonged, and he knew the tribe didn't hate him for being a former Clan cat.

Shortly, Stormfur was leaving Catos the Coffee shop, when he saw the poor lobby host being stopped by a Twoleg, who started to rant about Twoleg problems. Stormfur could see that the Lobby host was becoming unconformable with the situation and decided to tell a member of staff at the counter.
"Hello, can we help you?" asked the female Twoleg.
"Yes. I can't help but notice that your Lobby host looks uneasy as this aging male Twoleg is talking to her.
I think she needs someone to help get her away from this Twoleg. I would but I am afraid of being attacked," replied Stormfur.
"Of course, Stormfur. We will ask a male employee to help our Lobby host. Have a nice day," replied the till staff.
Stormfur left as a member of staff walked over to the Lobby host.

(Woohoo! After starting this chapter on the 13/08/2015, I have only just decided to finish this chapter.
I think I had a part of this chapter typed up on my laptop that refuses to turn on for some odd reason, so, it is stuck on the laptop I cannot use at all.
So, I am back to using a nearly five-year-old netbook, which always have issues when it comes to any windows updates.
I apologise for a lack of updates to any of my stories since whenever I last updated them.
I have a job now, and I have not had any motivation to write about anything related to my stories, when I was job hunting.
Anyway, I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter.
And the thing with the Lobby Host and the strange man talking about problems did happen to me at my new job.
I was clearing some trays when this old man came and started talking to me about his views on Refugees.
He talked to me about how they weren't really children but fifty-year-old men and that they get a lot more than the British Public that require help.
It was rather uncomfortable, and I wanted to leave right there and then.
After the guy left, one of my male co-workers asked me if the old man was trying to chat me up.
To be perfectly honest, I would rather talk to the guy that does magic card tricks to random people than the guy that talked to me about his views on Refugees.)