No! NOT THE POINTY STICK! Anyho, Jwan, I knew Maria said you can do Pantherclan, but I dorgot yur number! So, I made my own up, adn I'm making pantherclan go on war. Srry! Kisses?
The two remaining kits were staring up at their leader with longing eyes. Sharpstar cleared his voice.
"Lion clan's newest apprentice shall be, Fangkit!" The leader bellowed. Fangkit's eyes widened with suprise. He bounded up to the Highrock with winged paws. "Silverstripe, you need an apprentice, and I know it's been 6 moons since you have had one, so I expect you to pass your warrior skills onto the young apprentice" Sharpstar meowed to his sister. The cat nodded and she looked down at her new apprentice.
With that, Sharpstar dismissed all the cats, leaving the new warriors to go and fetch kill for their warrior feast. Desertkit, however, remained in her spot, speechless, and with a broken heart. Her paws slid on the soft dirt and she collapsed onto the ground. The only thing she could think was, 'Why wasn't that me? I'm older than him!' She laid there for a good while until Lionclaw, her idol, padded over to her. "Hey, you doing okay? Don't be upset, things just work out that way sometimes." His voice was full of compassion and empathy. He had once been in the steps of such a feat. Desertkit didn't even bother to look up. Her hopes had all been crushed, and when he said Fangpaw's name, she felt the wind get knocked out of her. Lionclaw narrowed his eyes with sorrow. "If there's anything I can do. I know how you feel...Well, I..." Lionclaw quickly shut his mouth. Desertkit slowy turned her head towards him. "Are you hiding something from me?" He had stopped talking so abruptly, he acted as though he was going to say something she shouldn't know about. Lionclaw's eyes wavered. "Why, of course not!" He stuttered, he turned around and called back at her, "Why, I have to be going, my legs are hurting! Gotta see Hyperclaw!"
Desertkit let her head thud onto the ground again, her eyes dull. She felt as though, someone with a bendy straw sucked all the life out of her. (Wee! Bendy Straws!) Her brother followed Lionclaw's steps, walking up to his sister and asking he if she was okay. Desertkit didn't even move a muscle. Darkpaw sat down by her and began to groom her fur, speaking encouraging words while doing so. "Hey, don't worry, maybe...!" He jumped back. Desertkit perked up and turned to see what was wrong. "D-Desertkit! Your fur...It's black!" He half growled. His eyes were wide with shock. Desertkit quickly flopped to the ground and rolled onto her back. "Oh, no, that...That was just some dirt!" She got up and ran over to the nursery. Her mother was there. "Oh, Desertkit! What's wrong?" She asked, trying to act like nothing had happened. Desertkit laid down by her mother. "Why was he chosen? And not me? I am older, I have been anticipating this day for moons! For so long! He hasn't even begun to dream about it like I have! I want nothing more than to be a warrior to my clan!" Her voice quivered, like she was about to flip. Sandpelt nuzzled her. "Desertkit, what you seek most, shall always elude you. If you do every helpful thing you can, what you seek shall find you." She mewed wisely. Desertkit looked at her mother confused. "But... That doesn't make since!" Desertkit exclaimed. She miserably flopped herself down into the darkest corner of the den, and refused to move from the spot, or let her body be greeted with sleep. Desertkit stayed like that, until sunrise.
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