Echopaw knew she'd get him this time. He may be bigger and stronger, but she was athletic and nimble.
She felt long claws scratch her back. Thistlepaw. She unsheathed her claws too, ignoring their mentors watching them from a distance.
The two apprentices lunged at each other. Echopaw scratched his cheek. Thistlepaw clawed her back.
Their snarling and screeching alerted their mentors - Spiderfur and Talonclaw, who came running over to pull them apart.
"Well, now you both failed your warrior assessment." Spiderfur snarled, "You were supposed to wait here for Aspenpaw and Raincall."
"I'm sorry," Echopaw sighed, lowering her head. "So am I," Thistlepaw mewed, even though you could tell he wasn't.
"Medicine den. Now. I'll go tell Songstar what happened," Talonclaw ordered, "And Spiderfur will monitor because apparently we can't trust you two to take care of yourselves."
One Year Later . . .
Echodusk collapsed onto her nest. She had done border patrol, battle training, and hunting training all in a row. How did Rockpaw have that much energy?
"Oh I see, the great Echodusk is . . . how should I put it? . . . Tired? Weak? A loser?" a voice crooned from the den entrance.
"Oh shut up Thistlescar, or, should I put it, Thistle-ass?" she growled.
"Or how about the both of you shut up for once, or should I remind you of Songstar's reaction to your warrior assessment," Branchflame sighed as he walked in.
With that, Echodusk turned around and settled in her nest and Thistlescar walked out with a growl.
Thistlescar was greeted by a small black kit with dark yellow eyes, "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in the nursery?"
The kit just smiled and proceeded to scamper out of camp, "Hey wait!" Thistlescar yelled, "You aren't supposed to go out of camp!"
He sighed and his yellow eyes flashed and ran out of camp. Who was this kit anyway? He'd never seen him before.
Thistlescar finally caught up with the surprisingly fast kit. And there was another surprise. Echodusk, breathless like she'd been chasing the kit too.
"What are you doing here? I didn't see you chasing the kit through the camp entrance," Thistlescar said.
"What? But I saw him leave through the dirtplace tunnel," Echodusk said, confused. She turned to the kit, "I didn't think there was a black kit in MoonClan. Who are you?"
The black kit just looked at the two of them, smirked, and said, "My name's Solarkit."
"Solarkit? I've never heard that word before," Echodusk questioned.
"But let's-" and then the kit disappeared. Just faded out of existence. Echodusk and Thistlescar looked at each other, momentarily forgetting all their arguments.
"What. Just. Happened." Echodusk spoke for the both of them.
"I have no clue, but we kinda have to tell the queens if a kit just disappeared into thin air," Thistlescar said, stating the obvious.
The two cats ran back to camp, bursting into the nursery . . . to be greeted by Blizzardstem caring for . . . three kits? And one was Solarkit?
"I thought Blizzardstem had 2 gray kits," Echodusk hissed, "So did I," Thistlescar whispered.
Echodusk stepped forward, "Hey, Blizzardstem . . . erm . . . I saw Solarkit out of camp. I thought he-," And then Blizzardstem had two kits again.
The fluffy queen just looked up at them and gave a good-natured purr, "Solarkit? I've never heard of a Solarkit before. I don't even know that word."
"Oh erm . . . nevermind then. I'll see you later Blizzardstem," Echodusk said, backing out of the nursery and bumping into Thistlescar who was waiting outside.
"Watch where you're going idiot," he snarled.
"Oh, sorry Thistle-ass," she muttered.
"Flea-brain"
"Fox-dung"
"Fox-heart"
"RUDE" Echodusk growled, stalking off.
"Hey wait!" Thistlescar called, "Shouldn't we tell Lakestep about what happened?"
"I was already going there," Echodusk rolled her eyes.
After a long talk with Lakestep, much arguing between Thistlescar and Echodusk about what really happened, several inturruptions, and Lostpaw being annoying, Lakestep called them delusional.
"What!" Echodusk screeched, "Thistlescar may be but I know what happened."
"Did you just call me delusional?"
"YES"
"Flea-brain"
"Can the both of you just SHUT UP for once," Lakestep yelled, "You two are acting like kits! Not that I'm suprised of course."
Echodusk and Thistlescar both flinched at the old tom's periodic outburst and turned to leave, but stopped when Lakestep suddenly started rolling on the floor laughing.
"OMG- HA- I FIGURED OUT WHA- HAHAHA HAPPEN- HAHA"
"Lakestep are you ok?" Thistlescar asked.
"I'M AMAZING, OH STARCLAN I LOVE YOU THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU"
"He's not ok," Echodusk muttered
"OMG WHERES MY POPCORN I NEED MY POPCORN I DONT KNOW WHAT POPCORN IS BUT THIS IS GONNA BE FUN TO WATCH"
"Nowhere near ok"
"Insane"
"He needs Jesus"
"He needs the Holy Trinity"
"Let's leave"
"We didn't do anything"
"This wasn't our fault"
"I always knew that old cat was weird"
"I think everyone did"
"Definately"
"LOSTPAW YOU'RE THE MEDICINE CAT NOW I HAVE A REALITY SHOW STARTING IN FRONT OF MY EYES WHATS A REALITY SHOW I DONT CARE THIS IS GONNA BE FUN"
A/N: Oh I love that crazy old tom. He's one of the few OC's I'm very close to. I'm not sure how this is gonna play out, but I'm really, really, hoping to write more. :) see y'all later! 3