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Ivystorm: Happy mid autumn festival to you as well!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors or it's characters. This is fanfiction.

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Why would you think that?

MI-6 base, August 1954

Chapter 12: Problems Part 2: Domestic edition

Bluefur's POV:

I walked into the youth room where I saw Fuzzypelt playing cards with Thrushpelt.

"Ha! I got a full-house!" Fuzzypelt said, making a lunge for the coins in the middle with some cards.

"I've got a 4 of a kind." Thrushpelt said, laying out his cards.

"Full house beats four of a kind." Fuzzypelt lied obviously.

( - -) [Don't fall for it]

"Really?" Thrushpelt handed him the pot.

Rosetail interjected, "It does not. Fuzzypelt, give him the pot."

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"So close." Fuzzypelt threw the money unsportsmanlike into Thrushpelt chest.

"Fuzzypelt, shake his hand." Rosetail scolded.

"Fine." Fuzzypelt pouted.

"Kids!" Goosefeather said walking into the room, carrying some walkie talkies. "We've got equipment!"

"Dibs!" Fuzzypelt called out.

"For us to share, Fuzzypelt." Goosefeather added.

"Ha!" Rosetail laughed, "Get shut down!"

(oo |ii) [Kids these days *Sigh*] -Thrushpelt

"Don't be like that, Rosetail." Tawnyspots instructed. Tawnyspots was our engineer, Thrushpelt's brother, and was pretty smart. She managed to co-design the elevator-bathroom thingy, and adjusted all our equipment.

"Okay, Mister Tawnyspots." Rosetail followed.

"Now, I will teach you how to use the radios, and you need to listen. I'm not teaching you twice." Tawnyspots instructed.

"Okay, Mister Tawnyspots." Fuzzypelt responded.

"This button is for speaking." Tawnyspots pointed. "This button is to turn it off. You charge the radio by plugging the charger-cord to here. This is the emergency button. Only use this if you are being attacked. Any questions? No? Good."

Goosefeather handed us the black walkie-talkies and left afterwards.

Index:

Fuzzypelt: Radio 1

Thrushpelt: Radio 2

Rosetail: Radio 3

Bluefur: Radio 4

Radio 2 - "Can you hear me?"

Radio 3 - "Yeah! This is cool!"

Radio 1 - "Great. What does this blue button do?"

Radio 3 - "Fuzzypelt! That's the Emergency button!"

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*Static*

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Radio 1 - "Oh."

Radio 4 - "IS THIS ON?"

Radio 3 - "OW! Too loud!"

Radio 4 - "Is this good?"

Radio 2 - "Yeah."

Radio 3 - "Can I use this to tell you to get me a drink?"

Radio 1 - "Sure, but I won't do it."

Radio 3 - "One bubble tea, with two mango shots"

Radio 1 - "You're going to get a shot, though."

Radio 3 - "You're no fun…"

"So, are you kids done playing now?" Sunstar remarked.

"I guess." Thrushpelt said, putting the radios back in the box.

"Okay. You have one day to observe the entirety of the occupations we have, and you will choose between them at the end of the day. These are the agents willing to take apprentices." Sunstar spoke, as he handed each of us a piece of paper:

(When you're too lazy to make the paper)

"Who are you going to shadow?" Thrushpelt asked.

"Tawnyspots." Rosetail said.

"Is he that interesting?" Thrushpelt responded, raising his eyebrows.

"Hah!" Fuzzypelt jokes, "You wish you were that interesting to a girl!"

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{I don't see you doing any better in the booty department...} ( ゜ロ ゜)

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I snorted, and Rosetail was on the ground, dying of laughter.

✧(σ๑˃̶̀ꇴ˂̶́)σ {*Wheeze* You need some herbs for that burn?}

Fuzzypelt shrugged, "It wasn't that funny..."

"It's the fact that Thrushpelt kept a straight face as he burned you into oblivion." I told him.

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"Well... I going to Adderfang! Bye!" Thrushpelt waved.

"I guess I'll going to Sunstar." Fuzzypelt spoke.

"Wait for me!" I yelled after Fuzzypelt.

(ﾒ■_■)y-～ [Let's do this]

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An Hour later:

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(oT-T)尸

The next few hours were painstakingly long, and filled with training.

"Give me 50 push ups, 40 sit ups, and 10 curl ups." Sunstar barked.

"But sir," I whimpered, "I don't think any of can do that!"

"10 extra push ups for you, Missy."

"Put on your gear!" Sunstar yelled.

"But this is too heavy!" I complained

"Is that a complaint?" Sunstar questioned.

"No sir…" I muttered.

Due to Sunstar's stupidly high expectations, I fell behind Fuzzypelt. By lunch, we both knew who would be chosen as Sunstar's apprentice.

"So, Guess what?" Rosetail asked.

"Why?" Fuzzypelt asked.

[You've failed!] o(〃＾▽＾〃)o [Guess what?]

"What?" I asked.

"Tawnyspots is a friggin' genius! His neuroscience knowledge is unlimited! He in the most creative person ever!" Rosetail gushed.

"Thrushpelt is sitting here." I noted.

"So? It's not like there's any sibling rivalry." Rosetail responded.

(- -) [Are you autistic?]

"Any more denser, and I'll think you're Thrushpelt." Fuzzypelt chugged his root beer.

"Guys…" I warned.

"Oh please. It should be clear that Tawnyspots is way better than Thrushpelt. You're still pretty cool though." Rosetail patted Thrushpelt.

Fuzzypelt got out of his *drunk* state and realized what was the situation at hand.

"Umm." Fuzzypelt leaned into Rosetail's ear, and whispered something.

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"What? But he's-" Rosetail argued before Fuzzypelt clamped his hand over her mouth.

"How 'bout I get you a milk tea." Fuzzypelt put on a forced smile and pulled Rosetail out of the room.

"Mmmph!" Rosetail tried to speak before the door closed.

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That left Thrushpelt and I sitting alone at the table.

Uncomfortable silence began to set in, so I looked at the piece of paper. I guess I'll be part of the support group.

I left towards the hallway to see what Stonepelt was doing.

"Ah! How are you doing?" Stonepelt said, closing his Japanese comic book.

"Well." I said, emotionless. The cover had a very interestingly dressed young girl.

"Did Fuzzypelt beat you when you both tried to be apprenticed by Sunstar, which left me as the only option?" Stonepelt asked, licking a lollipop.

I looked down.

"Fair enough." Stonepelt said, beckoning me to follow him.

We soon walked into a slightly cramped closet, about the size of the entrance bathroom. There were several sniper rifles and medicine bottles were carelessly thrown or hooked onto the shelf on the wall.

"This is the support team. We take care of sniping, and basic first aid."

"Anything else?" I asked in disbelief.

"We also dabble in Housework, when Goosefeather is too tired or decides to leave." He took a meter stick and measured my arm. The lollipop in his mouth dangled as he looked at the weapon filled wall.

"Which means?" I asked.

"Cooking, Cleaning, ect.." He said, taking a rifle from the wall, and shortening it's handle.

"This grip should fit you well." He threw the gun at me.

( う,´)づ︻╦̵̵̿╤── \(˚ ˚")/ {HOLY STARCLAN}

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{I'm going to give you the gun}

(- - ) [….]

Surprisingly, it fit pretty well. Looks like the lollipop was not just for show. I began moving it around.

"Woah! It's loaded!" Stonepelt grabbed the gun barrel and pointed it up.

{How was I supposed to know?!} ԅ║ . º ◯ º . ║ノ

"I was joking with you. " Stonepelt rolled his eyes, "What crazy perso-"

He was cut short when the gun barrel hit him across the face.

Sunstar called all the agents to the Common room. "Agents, as you know, we have 4 recruits ready for apprenticeship.

Adderfang, you have served well in the 2nd great war as a heavy weapons specialist. May you teach Thrushpelt the ways of heavy weapons and the balance in it.

Tawnyspots, You have served the mechanical needs for Thunderclan with distinction. May you teach Rosetail the true power of knowledge.

Stonepelt, you have learned well in your studies of support weapons. May you teach Bluefur that necessities of support.

I have taken the honor of teaching Fuzzypelt myself to become a future assault squad leader.

"Thrushpelt, Rosetail, Bluefur, Fuzzypelt! Thrushpelt, Rosetail, Bluefur, Fuzzypelt!" The agents chanted.

After the chanting died down, Sunstar announced, "Training for the apprentices will begin every day starting at 4. Do not be late."

Stonepelt's POV:

"Dad, where's Bluefur?" Snowfur asked.

"How would I know?" I responded sarcastically.

"You don't have to be mean about it." Snowfur replied.

...

I should probably apologize to my daughter for being "mean" her.

"Hey Snowfur." I began.

"Oh please, I don't want your pathetic excuse of an apology." Snowfur sassed.

"Wha-"

"You are not a good dad. You don't even treat me as a daughter. All you care about is 'Precious' Bluefur."

"Snowfur."

"Stonepelt."

{Why are you being this moody?} (・_・ヾ [Is she a teenager now?]

"Why can't you be a parent?"

"Hello?" Bluefur knocked on the door, "You in there?"

"I'll open it." I walked to the door.

"Scurry along, Stonepelt." Snowfur waved me off.

"Okay missy, stop right now." I demanded.

"Why?" She answered, bristling.

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"Are any of you going to open the door?" Bluefur asked.

I unlocked the door.

Bluefur opened the door, "So, How are you guys?"

Neither of us answered.

"Guys?"

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"Just me?"

The standoff ended once my phone rang.

"Stonepelt, I have a dangerous mission for you." Sunstar informed me. "Meet me at the base tomorrow. We'll prep for an assault the dark forest base."

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(＊〇□〇）…!！ [An ASSAULT on the Dark forest base?! Is he CRAZY? That's suicide!]

"Okay sir."

Guess what? As of now, Hong Kong is the second most common place my readers come from! ＼（＾▽＾）／

Anyways, see you next week!

(Casually ignores the fact that I forgot to post a chapter two days ago)