Sorry for being so late. I had a test for Science to study for.
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I do not own warriors, Or do I?
(Continued)
Chapter 8: Inside the Gathering
Bluefur's POV:
I sat in the silent car. Rosetail refused to talk to Fuzzypelt, and vice versa. Thrushpelt and I tried to start a conversation, but we ran out of topics, as we used all of them up on the walk to the bookstore/secret base. Goosefeather had been no help, as he was just humming along to a song on the radio.
"Dovewing lasagna, Dovewing lasagna, Thunder clan is nothing but a Dovewing lasagna."
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"And we're here!" Goosefeather awakened from his musical trance, and unlocked the doors.
(Oo) [Starclan, why was that ride so uncomfortable?]
"Also, Fuzzypelt. Just apologize. Or give her a jacket." He said, exiting the car.
I got out of the car and stretched. Once finished, I noticed that we were at a snowy park filled with other adults and children. The lake in the middle had frozen over, and a few kids were throwing snowballs at each other with perfect accuracy.
"Hey, Thunderclan!" Said a woman in a blue coat to Speckletail I think.
"Hello, Riverclan!" Speckletail said back.
"Go meet some people, guys. You will be working with them in the future." Goosefeather advised.
"Okay!" Said Fuzzypelt running off.
"Got it, Goosefeather!" Said Thrushpelt, picking up snow.
"Okay, I guess." I said back.
I walked over in my thick jacket to the frozen lake, when I realized Rosetail was not with us. I ran to our car to find Rosetail leaning against the car.
"H-H-How I-Is it?" Rosetail shivered.
"Fine. Do you want to come?" I asked.
"N-N-No."
"There's hot chocolate."
"I-I'll C-come T-T-Then."
Rosetail managed a few steps, before stumbling. I caught her in just time, but her legs touched the snow, and she squealed.
"S-S-So C-Cold."
[This is what you deserve.] ( Oo) {We will get you a coat soon}
A snowball hit the side of my head, and I turned to see a brunette boy throwing snowballs in my general area.
(Oo) [Is his aim that off?!]
"Hey! I am helping a poor girl! Don't throw snowballs over here!" I demanded.
"Sorry!" He yelled back.
"Little fish-face." I muttered.
Suddenly, another snowball hit Rosetail in the face, and she crumpled to the ground.
That was the last straw.
"ALL RIGHT YOU AMERICAN SCUM. GET READY TO FACE THE MIGHT OF THE BRITISH COMMONWEALTH!"
(O(OO)O) [HOLY FOXDU-] -Americans, probably.
Fuzzypelt ran over to Rosetail while I barraged the Americans with load after load of snowballs. Thrushpelt replenished the supplies, while I nailed each one of their wankers until they hid behind the snow fort.
"FOR ENGLAND"
BAM
"FOR CANADA"
WHAM
"FOR SOUTH AFRICA"
BANG
"FOR SCOTLAND"
"You missed!" An American laughed.
"THAT WAS THE POINT YOU BLOODY WANKERS." I yelled back.
"FOR AUSTRALIA AND NEW ZEALAND"
SWOOSH
"FOR ROSETAIL"
CRACK
Don't worry, For the last one I hit a tree, and the snow in the tree fell on top of them.
(OO) [Serves them!}
I finally turned around, and saw something incredible.
Rosetail was wearing part of Fuzzypelt's coat, one of her arms in his coat, and sipping hot cocoa. Fuzzypelt was also drinking hot cocoa, and was wearing the other part of his coat. They were both smiling, and Rosetail head was leaning on Fuzzypelt's shoulder.
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[What happened?]
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I moved both of my hands into a heart shape, and got back to demolishing the bloody Americans. There are some things I understand, and this is not one of them.
"Dear Starclan! How does she have so many snowballs!" An American shouted.
"She only has two!" Another American joked.
Fuzzypelt snorted, and got hit with something.
"Don't laugh at that." Rosetail rolled her eyes.
"Okay, Okay. Sorry Bluefur." Fuzzypelt apologized.
{…}(oo) [WHAT HAPPENED? HAS FUZZYPELT GROWN UP?]
"Everybody go to the stone amphitheater for this year's gathering!" A loud voice shouted through a megaphone.
"We should probably get going." Thrushpelt remarked.
"You go on ahead. I'll get Rosetail a jacket." Fuzzypelt said, taking off his jacket.
"Awww." I fangirled.
"Shut up." Rosetail whispered back.
"You should stay there once Fuzzypelt comes back." Thrushpelt advised.
"Okay." Rosetail responded, without pausing.
Thrushpelt and I walked over to an empty bench, and looked at the platform. 4 people were standing on the platforms. The only one I can recognize is Pinestar, our highest ranking official.
"The MI 6 will speak first." Pinestar said after the talking has calmed down. "We have a new agent, Bluefur."
I stood up, and a chorus of claps followed.
"We will continue mourn our operative Moonflower and her apprentice. That is all." Pinestar concluded. I would have ignored it, if he emphasized the deaths.
Another man, hidden in his large coat stood up, and said, "The CIA will speak next. We have given one of our agents his license. Please give a hand for Crookedjaw."
'Crookedjaw?' what in the name is that name?
There was a noticeably less amounts of claps for Crookedjaw, Especially from the CIA agents themselves.
"That was pathetic. Can we clap a bit louder, or are our Precious hands too tired from throwing snowballs. Have some manners. Again, please give a hand for Crookedjaw." The man mocked us.
A much louder, guilt ridden group of claps followed.
"Thank you." He muttered.
"The DGSE is next. We have had an uneventful season. That is all."
"I guess the KGB is last.
"You are all dismissed. You have a few more minutes to talk to other people. Ice skates are free, got to the shack to get them."
I got up from my bench, and walked over to where I last saw my new favorite couple. Unfortunately, only Fuzzypelt was there.
"Where's Rosetail?" I asked.
"Getting ice skates." He replied, "She wants all of us to skate with her."
"Then we should probably get going." Thrushpelt interjected.
[What happened?}(oo) ?
{Hm?} ( Oo)
(00;) {Nothing}
We walked over to the "skate shack," where Rosetail, who was wearing a blue coat 5 sizes too big, was already waiting for us. There were 4 pairs of skates: a navy blue one; a hot pink one; a regular black one; and a dark green one.
"This is yours, Thrushpelt." she pointed to a navy blue pair of skates.
"Thanks, Rosetail." Thrushpelt responded.
"This is yours, Bluefur." She bended over and handed me the plain black shoes.
"Would have preferred the green one, but this will do." I responded..
"No Fuzzypelt." Rosetail laughed when he reached for the forest green pair. "This pink one is yours."
"WHAT!" Fuzzypelt yelped.
[Ah, Finally. Something I understand!]
"I AM NOT WEARING THAT!"
"Fuzzy-wuzzy, wouldn't you do it for Rosetail?" I teased.
He glared at me. "You're a girl. Trade."
"Not in a million years." I laughed.
"Thrushpelt?"
"Thrushpelt First. Sorry."
"Are ya gonna put them on or not?!" A man yelled from the shack.
Sucking up his pride, he put on the skates. "Woah. These are actually very comfy!"
"That's why I got it for you." Rosetail obviously lied, "Now let's skate!"
"Race ya." Fuzzypelt ran in his skate.
"You're on!" Thrushpelt followed.
"Boys." I rolled my eyes as we walked over to the lake.
Rosetail, jumped onto the lake too fast, and she began to slip.
"Help Bluefur!" She wobbled.
I got on to the lake more slowly, and steadied her.
"Thanks." Rosetail said.
"Your welcome." I responded. "Do you know how to skate?"
"Not really." Rosetail sheepishly smiled.
"Then why did you do this?"
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"To keep the mood healthy."
After I showed her the basics of skating, Rosetail and I skated a couple of laps before stopping in the edge of the lake.
"Soo," I asked, "what is going on with you and Fuzzypelt?"
"Nothing." Rosetail answered quickly.
"Do you think Thrushpelt would be a good best man? (The man that stands next to the broom at weddings)" I teased.
"Maybe." She responded.
"Do you think Fuzzypelt is sweet?"
"Maybe." She winked.
"WATCH OUT!" a boy shouted.
I slammed in the back by a heavy object.
(OO***) [STARCLAN DO YOU HAVE ANY TIMING? I WAS ABOUT TO CRACK THE CODE?!]
"Sorry. Sorry. My brother Oakheart pushed me over here to make friends." The boy apologized.
"Well I'm not, load of mouse dung." I got up. Whoever just hit me is going to pay.
"Bluefur.." Rosetail muttered worriedly.
"What?!" I turned around to face the boy.
My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I say the boy. He had his jaw, like 5 inches away from where it was supposed to be.
"Bluefur!" Rosetail slapped me. "Have some manners!"
Rosetail then faced the… how would I put it… almost deformed boy.
"I am sooo sorry about my friend's terrible manners. Please forgive us."
"I have no clue what you said. Can you say it again slower?" The boy asked.
"I am sooo sorry about my friend's terrible manners Please forgive us." Rosetail repeated, slower.
"It's fine." The boy said. "I get it all the time. I've just become used to it."
"You poor thing." Rosetail sympathized. "What your name?"
The boy sighed, "Stormpaw. But everybody just calls me Crookedjaw. After a while, Rainflower, My current Parental figure, changed my name."
Rosetail gasped, "That's mean! Your parents must be terrible."
"They are." The boy shrugged. "I mean, my Dad is okay, but Rainflower will go to the dark forest."
"Why do you hate your mom so much?" I gambled, joining the conversation.
"My dad objected to renaming me, but Rainflower said that it was fitting. Also, my Dad never stands up to her, so he just went along with it."
"Oh that piece of Fox-dung!" Rosetail replied, angrily.
"Ehh. I got a Fox-dung family."
"Why do you hate, your brother, then?" I asked.
"He is a scumbag, and so full of himself. He said I needed friends when he pushed me over here."
"Tell me about it! I have this annoying brother that hits on a girl in my class all day!"
"Um.. Is that really bad?" Crookedjaw asked.
"She is my best friend and her twin sister." Rosetail explained.
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"Ohh… Mouse-dung."
"Do you have any other siblings?" I asked Crookedjaw.
"No. Do you? I'm asking both of you, by the way." Crookedjaw asked.
"No, just me and my twin sister." I responded.
"I used to have a sister as well." Rosetail sighed.
"Ohh. Sorry." Crookedjaw apologized.
"No need to say sorry! I'm the Canadian here!" Rosetail joked.
Crookedjaw laughed, and I chuckled.
"I'm sorry if this bothers you, but can I asked a question about your … condition?" I asked.
"Go for it." He responded.
"Do you feel depressed due to the fact that you will probably not get a mate?" I asked.
"That's rude!" Rosetail slapped me.
"It's fine. I know I will not get a mate, but I just don't let it bother me." He answered.
[At least I'm not the only one] (oo;)
"Also, then I will always be single, and ready to mingle." He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Rosetail to laugh.
(00) [Is he denying love or brutally accepting it? This would make a good plot!]
"Do you have a crush?" I asked.
"Yes. Willowbreeze." He answered, nonchalantly.
"Why did you just tell us?" Rosetail asked.
"'Cause I know she will never like me. Only pity me." He sighed.
"I am sooo sorry." Rosetail hugged him.
"It's fine." Crookedjaw backed away from the hug. "My expectations in life are really small. I'm just a machine to get my brother chicks to hit on.'"
"Same!" Rosetail lit up.
"Speaking of which," Crookedjaw added, "Can I get your number? I would prefer if you declined, so my brother won't pester me for getting more numbers."
"Don't let your brother know about this, but call me later." I instructed, sliding my number into his coat pocket. Let's see what he has in store.
"You don't have to handicap your time to me. You have better things to spend it on. No need to waste it on a boy with a dislocated mandible." He suggested.
"No, I would like to spend time with you." I told him.
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His Genuine surprise turned into Genuine joy.
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"Well thank you then." He responded, shaking my hand.
"Well I'm going to talk to some other people." Rosetail skated off.
"Hello there!" Fuzzypelt skated on in. "Who are you?"
"Crookedjaw." Crookedjaw answered, looking down reading at my number.
"Why Crookedjaw?" Fuzzypelt asked as Crookedjaw turned and faced him, "Tha- Ohh..
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What happened?"
[Fuzzypelt, I thought you matured] (-;)
"Well, I fell on some rocks when I was running across a stream from some drunk angry brits."
"Okay…. Do you want any favors done?" Fuzzypelt asked.
Crookedjaw tried to hold in his emotion, but I could feel that he was a bit annoyed. However he flashed back to his regular "keep calm and carry on" mood. He's relatively Gung-ho for his disabilities.
"Not really..." Crookedjaw shrugged.
"None? I will take full responsibility. You can get some revenge."
"Actually," Crookedjaw grined, "See that brown-haired boy there?"
"Yes?" Fuzzypelt noted, "What about Oakheart?"
"Nail him with some snowballs." Crookedjaw stated.
"Hehehehe. This is going to be fun." Fuzzypelt grined in an slightly evil way.
"WHAT THE CARP!" Oakheart yelped.
"FACE THE SNOW WEDGIE!" Fuzzypelt cackled.
"AHH! SO COLD!"
"FUZZYPELT! GET OVER HERE THIS INSTANCE." Hailstar hollered.
Everybody stopped, and stared at the Fuzzypelt.
"HAH! That's what you get!" Oakheart shook out the snow.
"No regrets!" Fuzzypelt gave a salute as he walked by.
"Fuzzypelt…" Hailstar said ominously. He looked at Crookedjaw's vicinity, and then sighed.
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"... That was a mighty good snow wedgie."
"WHAT!" Oakheart exclaimed while everybody else laughed.
"Fuzzypelt." Pinestar said.
"Yeah?" He looked at him.
"Was that called for?" Pinestar asked.
"It was a favor from somebody who wanted revenge." Fuzzypelt explained.
"Just don't do that again." Pinestar said, shaking his head.
"No promises!" He responded.
"Okay then... the MI 6 is leaving!" Pinestar sighed.
"That's us." I said to Crookedjaw. "Bye!"
"Bye Bluefur!" He said back.
I guess I'm late on my schedule. I'll get the next chapter on Saturday, then, as a "gift."
Anyways, See you next week!