Ugh! this one took forever to finish! I blame Envy. He gave me a good and healthy case of Writers block. But, that fact aside, I am currently struggling with a Winry-caused writers block. Yup. Never knew she could give it to me. But, I find her personality particularly difficult, so, I'm taking longer with her chapter. Not really fair to my readers, but, I assure you, I'm trying to get past it.
Again and again I say this, neither FMA nor Warriors belong to me in any way. I find it tedious to inform people who already know. But, I'll do it. Regardless of silly annoyances like getting tired of writing 'bout how the things I have been making fanfics about aren't actually mine. I'll keep writing them.
Chapter Six: Back in ShadowClan
Envy smiled sheepishly, "Well, you see, mister Blackstar. I'm sort of having an off-day. Perhaps we could fight when I'm strong again...?" The huge black tom glared at Envy with fierce, golden eyes. He, was not amused. Blackstar took one step forward, and growled menacingly, "Why, is there an obnoxious, kit-scaring. FOOL in my camp!" Rowanclaw hissed, "A better question would be why was the obnoxious, kit-scaring, fool, in your territory!" Envy was beginning to resent being called an obnoxious, kit-scaring, fool. It really didn't have a good ring to it. Envy asserted himself into the conversation, "Y'know, it occurs to me, that you two are just going to sit there for hours and hours, arguing about how I'm an obnoxious, kit-scaring, fool. So, really, I think it'd be best if I just left you two too it..." He began to walk away, but instantly was blocked, "I don't think so, kittypet!" sneered a leering, brown tom. Blackstar snapped, "Enough, Ratscar. I'll deal with this fool." Envy growled, "I'm getting tired of being called a fool..." Blackstar turned his golden gaze to Envy, "I call cats what they really are." Envy glowered for a moment, but shrugged, "Fine, see if I care what you dumb cats call me! You're just brainless animals!" Blackstar sighed, "I think this one's crazy, it may be curable. Take him to Littlecloud. But be careful, I've yet to see a disease that causes insanity, but if this is one, I don't doubt it's infectious." Envy frowned, and listened to Rowanclaw complain for a moment, before leading him out, and to a very small tabby tom, Envy snorted, "So, this guy's supposed to cure me of my 'insanity'? Hah! Looks like he needs to meet a little friend of mine!" Rowanclaw frowned, "What are you talking about? Ah nevermind. Hey, Littlecloud, I've got a patient for you to treat. This one's insane." The tiny cat looked up, "Oh? What makes you say-" He stopped, and his eyes glazed over for a moment, as if he was seeing something no one else could see. Rowanclaw waited a moment, with bated breath. Soon, Littlecloud snapped out of it. And Envy remarked grumpily, "Oh, and they call me insane." Littlecloud meowed, "A prophecy! The cat of the color of well grown mold, will save the clans from a threat that promises to be the end of the clans, as we know them!" Envy sighed, "Y'know, I'm getting sick of being called the color of mold! It's palm tree! You imbecile!" Littlecloud ignored him, and meowed, "We must inform Blackstar that this cat must join the clan, and be known as... Vomitpaw!" Envy stammered, "N-no! Vomitpaw! What could possibly be worse?!" Littlecloud suggested 'helpfully' "Moldyheart?" Envy was not amused. Littlecloud smirked, "I'm kidding, you'll keep your current name, I think. And we will seek aid from you, as the other clans will seek aid from cats of your world!" Envy frowned, "What do you mean?" Littlecloud's eyes flashed, "For ThunderClan, there will be a very small, and I mean really small, golden tom, with two grey limbs, and a huge grey tom. For RiverClan, a golden tabby she-cat, and a black tom, for WindClan, a brown and white tom, and a fierce black she-cat. But, you know what I've noticed, and, unless you're just a mousebrain, you should've noticed, the other clans have two, but we only have one. You know what that means for you?" Envy shook his head, fearing that he did know the answer. Littlecloud exclaimed cheerfully, "More work for you!" Envy groaned, "You're kidding!" Littlecloud shook his head, "Nope!" Envy plopped down and started hitting his head on the pebble-strewn ground, "No... No... No! I hate work!" Littlecloud shrugged, "Well, I guess that's just too bad for you." Envy looked up, "You seem a little too happy about this... What do you have against me? I know there are a lot of people with many, many things against me, but I've never once, seen you, or wronged you!" Littlecloud growled, "I've seen enough of you to know that I don't like you. That, is what I have against you." Envy glared at him. And stomped away, as if to leave the camp. However, he found his path instantly blocked, by ginger tom, and a tortoiseshell she-cat. "Aw come on!" He complained. "I just wanna kill the shrimp!" The ginger tom retorted, "Then you'd have done better in RiverClan." Envy scowled, "That, is not what I meant!" The tortoiseshell she-cat snapped, "Well then, you'd better be willing to phrase things better!" Envy growled something incoherent to himself, but it sounded something like, 'why do I have to be stuck in the clan of rude cats...' The ginger tom unsheathed his claws, and Envy backed up a little. "Okay, okay! I get it! No need to throw a hissy fit!" Envy chuckled quietly to himself. But began to glare, as no one laughed at his pun. He was growling something to himself, when Blackstar began to call out a string of words, that probably meant that they needed to gather. So, he gathered. Except, no one else sat where he sat. Instead, the sat near Blackstar. 'Oh, so he's the all-popular cat! Well! I've got news for him! I'm not moving!' Rowanclaw stared at him, rolled his eyes, got up, and walked over to him, he hissed in Envy's ear, "We all sit over here! Mousebrain!" Envy glared, and stated, "No." Rowanclaw snarled, clearly getting sick of Envy's lip. "You will sit over here!" Envy glowered for a moment, before asking, "Or what?" Rowanclaw smiled, "You don't want to know..." Envy shivered slightly, he honestly didn't want to know. He knew it would only discourage him, since he had seemed to have lost his powers... He sighed, and stood, padding over to the group of cats. As soon as he got there, he was assaulted by glares. He snorted, and walked past the glaring cats. Clearly full of arrogance, and when he sat down, several cats actually got up and walked away from him. Envy sighed, he was getting sick of being treated like something radioactive. Finally, after the other cats settled down, Blackstar called out, "This has been one of the hardest leaf-bare's we've ever had in the history of the clans." Envy began to get slightly nervous, 'would they really call me Moldpaw? What if they called me Maggotpaw! No way!' This is not going to happen! He braced himself to speak up, but wasn't given a chance, as Blackstar continued. "With ThunderClan's victory of that precious grove, things have been tough. We're going to need all the help we can get, if we're to reclaim that piece of territory, without losing a warrior in the process." His gaze swept over all of them, hovering on a cream she-cat. "In edition to the constant threat that ThunderClan poses, we also have to worry about them intruding on our territory for food that we can't spare. You, step forward." He beckoned to Envy, who rolled his eyes, "Y'know, I do have a name." Blackstar narrowed his eyes. "Yes, you do have a name. But you have failed to inform me what your name is." Envy glowered for a moment, before meowing grudgingly. "It's Envy, and I want it to stay that way! No Moldyheart, or Maggotbreath! Just, Envy." Blackstar sighed. "Very well, Envy. Step forward." Envy shrugged, and approached Blackstar, who meowed, "Dawnpelt, you have served your clan well, and I have full faith that you will pass on all the customs of our clan, onto Envy. In addition to the knowledge given to you by your mentor, Ivytail." The cream she cat scowled, obviously displeased at being assigned to mentor Envy. Envy snorted, 'yeah. I think I agree that we wouldn't work well together.' He told her silently. Envy was about to voice his opinion, when Blackstar spoke sharply to Dawnpelt, "Dawnpelt, whether or not you want to mentor the outsider is aside from the point. I've decided to pick you, because you should be able to keep his tongue in place." Dawnpelt glowered, and stepped forwards. Reaching forward with her muzzle, and touching her nose to his. Startled, Envy leapt back, "Hey! Whaddya think you're doing! We barely even know eachother!" Stifled laughs (along with not-so-stifled laughs) swept through the camp, and Dawnpelt flicked her tail in a irritated sort of way. "It's part of the ceremony, you fleabrain!" Envy scowled, and decided to mimic her obnoxious remark, "It's a part of the ceremony, you fleabrain! Hmph, fleabrain my tail!" Dawnpelt growled, "I suggest that you stop with the impersonations, unless, of course, you'd prefer to clean out the elders den, and pick them for ticks." Envy rolled his eyes, "So what? Why would I care about that? I wouldn't do it anyways." It didn't take long for Dawnpelt to whack Envy over the back of his head. Claws unsheathed. "Hey!" He exclaimed. "That hurt! What? D'you clan cats do this all the time? Seriously! You are so... Violent." Envy smirked, "I like that."
YAY! No more Envy-caused writers block! And oh yeah! Flamin' Envy! By the time I'm done with him! Even I may be feeling a little sorry for him xD
