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.

4. Two

A/N: hmm

A/N 2: Hmm

A/N 3: HMM

A/N IIII and/or IV: Using too many ellipsis since 1867.

A/N 005: "Now this is definitely the right guy for the job." Said no-one while talking about me writing actually good fanfiction.

Chapter Two

Training the Great

The training hollow was a dark and dusty place, filled with moss and bugs[1]. Inside it, the[2] two cats we're focusing on were walking extremely slowly along.

"Ah, yes, alright, indeed, uh-huh, yea, help." Sputtered Appleleaf.

"Are you... Okay?" Responded Whitepaw, very worried.

"Yes. Yes. Possibly. How hard could this be? Very. Oh, boy. Oh, no." She had begun to collapse on the ground. "I... I... I guess... St-star-st. Start... W-wi... Fi-figh-fi-f"

"You don't sound okay. Also, were you going to say fighting?" Whitepaw's expression changed from visibly worried to visibly terrified.

"Ye-yes. Yes! Yes, yes, okay. Sta-s-st-star." The fox red she-cat looked like she would die in a few seconds.

"I... See. Get up now? Or are you just going to die there, with stress overtaking your whole body, and leaving me without a mentor." The tom's expression shifted back from visibly terrified to simply calm.

"Yeah," Finally meowed Appleleaf after getting up and shaking off some dust.. "You know how to guilt, eh?"

"Ok... Start, now?" Said Whitepaw.

"Ok, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, go!"[3]

Whitepaw lurched forward, springing optimally for the face.[4] Whitepaw let out a battle yowl as he struck blood. Appleleaf soon after raked her claws across Whitepaws face, adding more complexity to this ball of terror. Whitepaw managed to escape Appleleaf's grasp, but before he could attack, she leapt for him and hooked his paws, hindering mobility. After a short struggle, Whitepaw's paws broke free of Appleleaf's grasp, but he was still at prime attack point. Whitepaw scraped Appleleaf's chest, offering a distraction, before finally clawing her back enough to warrant surrender.

"Ok, ok, stop!" Meowed Appleleaf, still confused at whatever happened during the fight."Y-you... You could've killed me! Just kidding. Now, let's go hopefully not die, by letting the medicine cat treat our wounds. Wait, that purports my earlier sentence. Hmm..."

The two walked off, again, hopefully not dying.

Jokes:

1. Correction: Moss, dust, and the blood of the innocent.

2. Time travellers.

3. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, FIRE!

4. There were no survivors.