Chapter Ten
It had been a long time since Yellowfang got to mooch off of ThunderClan. Firepaw had started to resent her very existence.
He even asked Spottedleaf for advice.
"I have no idea what you're talking about and I really don't care that much. Do I look like a therapist? Either quit taking care of her or suck it up," she had answered unhelpfully.
"That was the most useful advice ever," Firepaw sighed. Graypaw smacked him.
"That was probably the worst thing. and you probably shouldn't listen to her. What kind of medicine cat says these things? YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST," he shouted at Spottedleaf. She ignored him.
Feeling especially confident, he marched right up to Bluestar. The ThunderClan leader was lounging on top of a rock reading a dictionary.
"Hey Bluestar! I'm gonna stop taking care of Yellowfang."
"Finally," Bluestar yawned.
"And I'm not gonna...wha?"
"You're finally going to stop. It's been a moon. I thought you would have stopped sooner," Bluestar admitted.
"So you're saying...I could have stopped whenever," Firepaw squeaked.
"Yup. You've built a lot of character though, so I can't complain.
"BOOOOO," Ravenpaw screamed unnecessarily.
Firepaw opened his mouth to complain but stopped himself. Maybe if he didn't say anything he would get a cookie. Bluestar ripped a page out of the dictionary.
"So...you're gonna go on a hunting assessment. Even though you haven't gone hunting in forever. Oh, and I'm gonna be your mentor after that. Just because I can. Have fun," she meowed, ripping another page out of the dictionary.