Disclaimer-I do not own warriors, if i did, Graystripe would have returned by now. I do not own disney world, or James Bond. (read on, mcduff) I didn't directly copy stuff from Erin Hunter's book. I wrote it from my own memory. the excerpt at the end was made up by me, i dont know if that matters for anything. it wasnt from the book. duh. erin hunter ist stupid enough to write that.
anyways, soryy for the delays in my stories guys( i have had a bit of creativity block. School is sucking it all out of me.'
Chapter 3.
It was the dead of night. Well past moonhigh, reasoned Sandstorm as she slunk through the ThunderClan camp. Alls she had to do was follow the scent trail of that backwards talking badger and find where she hid that book. Then she could read all about herself.
ookkay. She thought. The book is supposed to be hidden in Midnight's "summer home" whatever that meant. So it would probably in the warmest place. She put her nose to the ground and followed Midnight's scent trail. 27 seconds later, she got tired and sat down again. She would have to go on like this all night! Or. she could just follow the glowing neon sign reading "MIdnight's Summer Home That-a-way." With an arrow pointing beyond the medicine cat den.
It took another 13 seconds of thought before Sandstorm decided on following the sign. After she tip-toed past the medicine cat den, not wanting to awken leafpool because then she might have the same idea,sandstorm ran into another sign.
"midnight's summer home, NOT this way." Sandstorm snorted. Maybe the back-wards talking badger finally figured out someone might actually find it.
She scampered on, and soon came to big pile of rocks. Why hadn't she ever seen these rocks before!? She wondered.It was in her own camp! She knew this camp like she knew how to rip off people who deserved it! But there was something strange about these rocks anyway. Something.. unnatural. Ah HA! They werent rocks at all! Sandstorm wiggled in between to rocks and found herself in a magical place. More magical even, than disney world, where firestar had taken her for their anniversary.
There was a huge waterslide! Palm trees lined the beach of a large ocean, where she spotted Midnight's lumbering form slumped down, asleep. And the whole place was complete with ice cream and dancing zebras for entertainment purposes. Wooww.
Another neon sign read "Book Not that way." Heh heh heh.. Sandstorm would have to be pretty dumb to believe that.
She made a left, and the sign suggested she didnt do. On the way she passed a hippo with a tray of mini meatballs, and she helped herself.
A broccoli carrying llama, a muffin bearing iguana, and a stuffed mushroom offering (trained) dingo later, Sandstorm found herself outside a plain black buliding. Whistling a song, she slipped through the doors.
What awaited her there made her eyes turn the size of grapefruits (or maybe cantalopes.) She was in a large room, all black. Not very cheery, dare it be said. At the far end of the room, probably 100 tails lenghts away, was the book. But that wasnt what caused her eyes to be transformed into fruits. It was the fact that the book was surrounded by the most high tech looking alarm system Sandstorm had ever seen. Moving red lazer alarms lined the floor, walls, and celing, and the book was cased in a thick metal cage.
Sandstorms face turned evil. She slipped outside the doors. A minute and a half later, she slipped back inside the doors. Now she was in a black sweater, complelte with tail cover, a black hat, and a stuffed mushroom. Swallowing the crab filled fungus whole, she put her first paw on the floor.
James Bond music played. Sandstorm looked around. "..creepy how those sneaky tunes just turn on by themselves.." she thought.
Oh no! a red lazer light was headed right toward her. She ducked, in slow motion. It was all most too Matrix-y to handle. She bunched up her muscles and did three flips right in a row, leaping over more diaginal-moving beams of alarm. Finally! she was there.
"heh heh heh. Never told anyone that i took how-to-get-through-high tech-alarm-systems class." Sandstorm smirked.
She slid her narrow paws through the bars of the cage with ease, and pulled out the book. She flipped open.
"Boring..boring.. boring.. boring..why is it all about Firestar!? He's not that intresting! So he faught a coulple bad guys and saved the forest once or twice. whats it matter?! Hmmm.. this is all written in his point of view! OHH! a few more pages and then his mind would be overcome by the beautiful,smart,funny,beautiful, cute, adorable, brave, beautiful apprentice that she once was?"
Ah HA! there she was!
"Dont worry," Graypaw said to Firepaw. "Sandpaw isn't usually this bad tempered.
"Gasp!" Sandstorm gasped. THAT was what she was in this book? Bad tempered?! She'd look for herself again. She kept flipping, kept flipping.
"Did you see Sandstorm spit when I told her WE were going to the Gathering instead of HER?" Graypaw meowed joyously. "You'll bet I did!" Firepaw replied.
Sandstorm rembered that day like it was yesterday. Firestar and Graystripe had gotten to go to the Gathering instead of her. And she hadnt spit at Graypaw! No.. not at all. She had been.. brushing her teeth and was simply removing the tooth paste. Now Sandstorm had had it. In this book, everyone thought she was rude, annoying, and.. well.. rude!
" Hmph." She thought. Then a smile creeped up on her face. "I can fix that."
She pulled a pen out of no where. Even though only clan leaders were supposed to know how to write, Sandstorm had secretly taught herself. It was part of her plan to win the Sorry championships. First, on the blank page she drew some illustration.
Then she added a few lines here, a few..pages, there.
By the time Sandstorm had flipped, dodged, and dove over the alarm system, eaten all of Midnight's stuffed mushrooms, and was back in her den again, the book was a very different piece of information.
Meaaannwhillee..
The video tape showed the light ginger cat avoiding the alarms completly. She had managed to change the book around so it was how she wanted it. This proved that others could get to the book. This cat wasn't ill-mannered, but some cat who was could gain the powers the book possesed. The power of knowledge. But possibly the worst of all, the cat who had gotten in had eaten every single stuffed mushroom.
"Into the wrong paws, this book my fall."
Into the Wild. Page 72
Firepaw couldn't sleep. All he could do was think about the gorgeous, funny, beauiful, cute, sometimes rude but thats okay, adorable, smart, keen, beautiful ginger she-cat who slept some tails-lengths away. She was so beautiful and cute and adorable and smart and keen and sometimes rude and funny. How would he ever gain her as his own when she was so far above him? So much smarter and prettier and more adorable. He would win her, some day. No matter what it took.
The next morning he awoke. He couldn't help himself. He went right over to Sandpaw and said.
"Sandpaw, you are so smart and pretty and adorable and beautiful and clever and funny and pretty,"
She rolled her eyes and said,
"I know."
aannd end chapter!! so i hope you guys liked it. do my the kindness and reveiw! thanks.