Disclaimer-I dont own warriors or Graystripey would be back by now.

Hey! new chapter!! i was feeling in a Graystripe mood so i made a chapter dedicated to him cause he's theee best character in the whole series. oh yess. so go ahead, do readD

Chapter 4

Graystripe played with a rock while he listened to the rest of his patrol argue.

"Brambleclaw, the Sorry Championship is mine. Give it up." Spiderpaw said for the millionth time.

"Nuh huh!" He whined. "Mine! all mine!"

He wondered if the rock had friends. Did the rock feel bad that he had kicked it so far away from his family? Was he married? Was it a he at all? Maybe the rock was providing food and shelter for his (or her) rock family. What did rocks eat anyway? Did they get hungry? Where did the put the food after-

"Graystripe, tell him I'm gunna win the championship!!" Spiderpaw urged him.

"No Graystripe you know better than to lie! Tell him I'm going to win!" Brambleclaw cut in.

Graystripe sighed.

"I think this rock will win." He said.

Brambleclaw and Spiderpaw stared at him incrediously. There was a pause.

"I'm gunna win!" Brambleclaw started up again.

"No way Jose!"

Graystripe smiled to himself. He had learned that to avoid difficult or annoying questions, he just had to be himself. Then the questions died away gradually.

All his life, people seemed to take Graystripe for not so bright. He remembered when he was a kit and his mother had explained to him very, very slowly and very, very clearly, how to properly drink water. He remembered how his kit self had smiled and nodded, but wondered privatly why people took him for dumb.

Graystripe was not dumb. Infact, he had thoughts more complex than any of the other cats put together. Everyone thought he was crazy when he comtemplated the full decimal numbers of the mathematical expression pie. But that was just because they didnt know what it was. And he really had seen that lerperachuan. It was't a joke.

Hmph.

"I'm gunna catch that mouse before you do!" Spiderpaw yowled racing off.

"Not over my dead body!" Brambleclaw screeched, taking off after him, only to fall into Spiderpaws trap of a large hole covered with leaves, including sides laden with charming pointy knives. Spiderpaw found this very amusing. He stopped to laugh for a few minutes before going after that mouse again.

Graystripe sat on the leafy floor.

He wondered about that book. He could probably figure out how to read it. Then he could prove to everyone that he wasn't dumb at all. He wanted to show how smart he really was. All he had to do was find the book, read a few pages out loud and-

"It takes more than a 20 foot deep hole and some sharp objects to retain me, Spider one!!!" Brambleclaw announced, magically making his way out of the grassy trap.

Luckily for Brambleclaw, Spiderpaw was the slowest hunter in the clan. One time it had taken him twenty minutes to successfully pounce on a squirrel. Not just any squirrel, a dead squirrel. Though Spiderpaw swore it jumped and avoided him. Pffft.

Yes. Graystripe mulled the idea of stealing the book over in his mind. He also decided to name the rock Humpfry. Unless it was a girl. Then he'd call it Freida. The only problem with stealing the book was that he was a nice cat, if he did say so himself. It wasn't that he wasn't capable of stealing. Actually, he had a mind developed enough to become a master theif. But stealing was just not in his agenda.

He looked at his rock. Humpfry, or Freida. Whatever. He could never tell anyone about his rock because they would contridict him for it. If he could show everyone that he knew how to read, which had taken Firestar four months to master even with the whole of StarClan as his personal tutors, he would be able to mention his rock without being stared at in that way that just said

"Graystripe, you idiot."

And it wasn't just the rock. There were plently of things he said that earned him those looks. That was why he had liked the leperachun so much; He had been a form of more intellegent life.

He rolled over onto his side. This patrol was going no where. He would be better off at the camp doing some other deputy duties.

"Graystripeeee!!!" Spiderpaw wailed, coming close to him.

"Brambleclaw's bein mean to mee!!!"

Graystripe rolled his eyes.

"Poke him in the stomach." He advised lazily, knowing Brambleclaw's weakness. Spiderpaw nodded and ran off.

Three... two... one...

"Ouch!!!!!" Graystripe I told you that in confidence!!"

Ha.That was payback for the time Brambleclaw had told Sandstorm that he was tickelish.Since then, he was never safe.

Graystripe picked up Humpfry(or Freida). He looked him(or her) over carefully. It was a pretty rock.

"Graystripe, what the heck are you doing?" Spiderpaw asked, a tone of disust in his voice.

And so in a flash, Graystripe made up his mind. He was going to find that book, he was going to read it outloud and prove how smart he really was. He would do it for himself. Maybe more importantly, he was doing it for Freida! (..or Humpfry)

Don't cha just love the lil gray dude?

yes. he is a genious. but will his knowledge shine? or will it be shut down once again by the incredious look?!

poor graystripe\\