Chapter Eleven

Firepaw stomped through the forest. It was nice to be out in the forest again. Away from everyone who was annoying. As in, everyone.

He stopped to watch a leaf fall from a tree. It was much more fun than doing any actual hunting. He stared at a few more leaves before remembering this was an assessment and he was probably being watched.

He saw a mouse and taught it to tap dance. While the creature was dancing, he killed it. A tear fell from his eye. Why must the good die young? Firepaw wished he could give it a proper funeral, but that would defeat the purpose of hunting.

A vaguely familiar scent wafted through his nose holes. He looked around and noticed a blob of fur sauntering through the forest.

"IMMA GET YOU," he screeched, taking off towards the blob. The blob reponded by moving as fast as it could away from him. It wasn't that fast 'cause it was super fat.

Firepaw launched himself onto the blob. He discovered it was a cat and began dragging it down by its ears.

The cat below him squeaked nervously, trying to pull his ears from Firepaw. "P-please let me go. I just wanted stare at the leaves..." Firepaw scoffed. It was just a kittypet. Or whatever ThunderClan called housecats.

"Holy crap...Smudge!" Firepaw recognized the cat and let him go immediately. "How did you get so fat?"

"Wh-who are you and how do you know my name," Smudge asked nervously.

"Um...hello, it's me? Crap, what was my name? Ugh...Rupert? Rupdolph? Reinbach?" Smudge stared at him blankly. He was still as stupid as ever apparently. And no help whatsoever.

"Uh...Rusty! I'm Rusty you doofus." Smudge stared at him again.

"Holy crap. I thought you got abducted by aliens."

"No, I told you I was going to live in the forest. Don't you listen to anything I say," Firepaw snapped.

"I thought you were joking," Smudge said truthfully. "Or that you died."

Firepaw rolled his eyes. Smudge was such a moron. "How did you get so fat? Wait, did you go to the vet?"

"...maybe."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, but it's so funny. Maybe you should get outside more. But you can't be here."

"That's really mean- wait, why?" Smudge looked concerned.

"Look, technically you on ThunderClan territory. Technically, I should have chased you out of here. Technically, you're an intruder and if I hadn't recognized you, you would have had to square up and I could have killed you."

"Rusty pls."

"My name ain't Rusty. Call me Firepaw."

"Well that's a stupid name."

"Tell me about it," Firepaw sighed. "But you gotta go. Before someone else who doesn't know you shows up. Then you might die." Smudge stared at him with wide eyes.

"Are you for serious?"

"For serious. Now go." He shooed Smudge away and watched him leave the forest. Tigerclaw jumped out from behind a tree.

"I'M TELLIN' BLUESTAR ON YOU. YOU'RE GONNA BE IN TROUBLE! !11!1"