The Definition Of 'Cliche'

by do you fear god

I tried to make a fic that's riddled with cliches, to the point where the only original things are the character names, which aren't really that original. Oh boy am I going to have fun writing this. My work ethic dissapeared in 1986, so this may take a bit.

3. One

Disclaimer: I definitely do own Warriors, as you can see at the start of every Warriors book there is a little oneofthecrow-thereigo mark.

Disclaimer 2: You don't actually have to put the "Warriors is copyright Erin Hunter" disclaimer. This is a fanfiction site.

A/N: I will be making the allegiances next.

Chapter One

SM to XL

"Hee-hee-what?" Sputtered an extremely confused Whitekit, waking up in a daze.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wa-" Shouted Acornfur, his mother[1, at him, desperate to wake him up.

"I got it, I got it... Why can't I just nap away my troubles?" He was extremely tired[2].

"Because it's your ceremony. Y'know. That." Acornfur flicked her tail away from Whitekit.

"Oh...HURRAY! It's my ceremony yea-" Whitekit's ears flicked back as he was interrupted.

"Don't get too excited. It's very formal." Interjected Acornfur, with an expression of both pride and neutrality.

Whitekit dashed outside, jumping around. "It- it- whatever! Just stay within 6 fox-lengths of the nursery!" Acornfur shouted to the running kit who was brimming with happiness.

"But... Oh, it doesn't star-" Whitekit replied.

"All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather for a clan meeting!" Shouted a voice from the center of the camp.

"Nevermind!" Meowed the kit who had already resumed running.

Finally, acoetctop arrived, and Whitekit had arrived way earlier than anyone else.

"Today," called Silverstar, "We will be making a new apprentice." Whitekit was bouncing off the walls with extreme excitement already.

"Whitekit. Come here." He meowed with a very calm tone.

Whitekit ran up, as fast as possible.

"Whitekit, you have reached the age of six moons, and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Whitepaw. Your mentor will be Appleberry. I hope Appleberry will pass down all she knows to you. And Appleberry, come here!"

Appleberry rose up and went up immediately.

"Appleberry, you are ready to take on an apprentice. You have received excellent training from Bluestrike, and you have shown yourself to be optimistic and fierce. You will be the mentor of Whitepaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to Whitepaw."

Whitepaw nearly passed out from excitement. His head was starting to hurt from everything!

Whitepaw and Appleberry looked at each other intensely before touching noses.

"So," Whitepaw said. "How are you?"

They both laughed it off.

Jokes:

1: And secret lover.

2: From existing.

A/N: Hey! How are you? By the way, you can MST this story! Not on, here, on AO3 or somewhere, but you can!