Thanks. Alright, yay for longer chapter! I'm actually somewhat making the plot matter! Hoorah! Ok then, thanks for people who reviewed and or read and stuffs. And the reason Maplepaw curses…Well, let's just say I really 'dun like saying foxdung and mousebrained all the time. And the reason she doesn't use that is…Meep. You'll just have to wait.
-Anya.
Disclaimer – I (sadly) do not own Warriors. Erin Hunter does. But I do own my lovable, bloodthirsty rouges.
"You're…MY STALKER!" Maplepaw screeched, making the gray tabby tom in front of her almost fall over. He narrowed his golden eyes, thinking how stupid this she-cat could get.
The tom looked somewhat raccoon-like, the patterns and coloration of his pelt matched that of a raccoon. He even had a black mask around his sun-colored orbs. He looked like any normal cat, about the same age as Maplepaw, and the fact that he had gauze around the part of his leg a Two-Leg would call the 'wrist'.
Maplepaw blinked, looking at him hard. He smelled strongly of redwood. She titled her head. "Who are you? And why are you stalking me?" She asked, giving a determined pout and sitting up straight.
The tom rolled his eyes. "I'm not stalking you, first of all, and second of all, I 'dun need to tell you my name." He said, glaring at her.
Maplepaw wasn't about to give up. "Then what were you doing, hmm, Racoony?" She asked, glaring right back.
The tom rose a brow. "Racoony?" He stated in an annoyed tone. "Yup, since you won't tell me your name." She chirped, smiling. He snorted, "I was following you. Your long ways from home." He mewed, now getting the upper hand-er, paw.
Maplepaw pouted. "So? I'm looking for someone." "Who?" The tom asked, sitting up and licking a paw, his eyes trained on her. Maplepaw let out a small 'hmf', "Sorry, I can't talk to strangers." She snapped, getting to her paws and padding past him, head held proudly and her eyes focused on the plains ahead.
The raccoon-tom gave a frustrated sigh. "My name's Denzel, Ok?" He stated, turning his head to look over his shoulder. Maplepaw had stopped, and she looked back. "Your not with WindClan, are you?" She asked.
"No, duh. That's why my name isn't Denzelpaw." He rolled his eyes. Picking himself up, he padded over to her side. "And you would be?"
Maplepaw chuckled. "You're not a very good stalker if you don't know the name of the cat you're stalking!" She squealed, jumping in front of him, bright-eyed.
Denzel shook his head, blinking. 'How can she be so hyper?' He thought, staring at the she-cat with distaste.
Maplepaw smiled dumbly and waited. "Guess my name."
Denzel growled. He was horrible at games. "Um…Brownpaw?"
"Nope."
"Amberpaw?"
"Nope."
"Stupidpaw?"
"Nop- HEY!"
"Heheh…"
---- Meanwhile….
A pale brown warrior slowly padded out of RiverClan's warrior's den. "What's all that racket about?" He muttered, watching as a ring of cats formed in the middle of camp. Blinking, he went to join them. A small, white she-cat came to him; tears welled up in her deep blue eyes. The tom blinked, startled. Why was his apprentice crying? She looked distressed.
"Dewpaw, what's wrong?" He asked in a worried tone, as soon as the apprentice had stopped infront of him, nuzzling his chest sadly.
"H-Hazelleaf! It's horrible! Horrible!" She squeaked, looking at the ring of cats. Hazelleaf felt dread fill his heart. He licked the poor she-cat's head before breaking away and forcing his way through the crowd of cats. He noted that they all had terrified looks on their faces.
"Hazelleaf!" He whipped his head around to see the leader of RiverClan, Robinstar, rushing toward her deputy. Hazelleaf bowed his head to the ginger she-cat before letting her lead him through the crowd. The cat's made a hall for the two to pass through.
Hazelleaf's heart sank. He felt his eyes get glassy. Lying in the clearing were four cats, not including Mistyeyes, the medicine cat, who looked away sadly.
The pale brown deputy nudged the first cat, a calico queen. She lay slain, blood puddle under her and her face brutally scared. Beside her was a warrior, one of Hazelleaf's best friends, Redfoot. They had gone through apprentice-hood together. He felt a tear stream down his cheek.
Glancing at the next cat, his heart froze. It was a young apprentice, Rowenpaw. The poor thing was just apprenticed, only five days ago. He shook his head, listening as Rowenpaw's mother, Leafpelt, let out a strained cry. She must've been wailing all morning.
Hazelleaf turned to see a golden she-cat on her side, in the same shape as all the others. He gasped, eye's wide. "GOLDENFEATHER!" He cried, racing to the dead she-cat's side. His mate…lay dead before him. He whipped around to his leader.
"Who did this?!" He cried again. Robinstar looked up, about to speak when a fierce yowl sent all the cats into a panic…
--- Back with Maplepaw and Denzel…
"Rosepaw?"
"Pretty name but no."
"Geeze, just tell me!" He whined, growing bored. They had done this for add least an hour. Maplepaw was surprised no one had seen them yet.
Actually, she was in a way, disturbed. It was utterly silent in WindClan territory. If she hadn't of known better, she would've thought all the cats were dead or they had all left to go somewhere or something…
She blinked at Denzel. "Alright, alright. My name's Maplepaw and I'm looking for Sinstar, my mentor." She mewed, rolling her eyes.
She didn't notice that Damsel's eyes had widened a bit, but only a bit, before returning to his normal, grumpy gaze.
"Sinstar, hmm? Big, fluffy, looks sorta like a wolf?" He asked, titling his head. "Yeah, yeah!" Maplepaw nodded enthusiastically.
Denzel smirked. "Behind you." He stated, before hopping off, as quick as a jackrabbit. Maplepaw blinked her eyes wide. She slowly turned her head. She made a goofy grin and let out a fake laugh.
The big tom stared at her, obliviously past annoyed. "And what, my dear apprentice, would you be doing in WindClan territory?" Maplepaw smiled. "I was looking for you!"
Sinstar sighed, turning back to walk in the direction of ThunderClan. "Come on, we better get out of here before-"
"And what would you two be doing on WindClan territory, hmm?" Came a light, feminine voice.
"Fallenstar finds out." Sinstar finished, giving an annoyed sigh. 'This is going to be a long day…' He thought. Turning to Fallenstar, he sighed.
"Listen Fallenstar, my apprentice here-" He poked Maplepaw, who pouted childishly, "Decided to take a field trip without my permission. I just came, following her scent, hopping that she didn't do something stupid…er." He explained, starting to pad again.
The amazingly fluffy gray she-cat turned her head. "Hmm…Fine, fine. But if I find out that your little fluff ball hunted anything, I'll be sure to make you pay, Sinnie-Poos." She mewed, her voice practically dripping with seductive thoughts.
Maplepaw's eye twitched and she bowed her head slightly before bolting out of there, Sinstar at her side.
Once they had finally entered ThunderClan's forest, Maplepaw sighed, her eyes crossed. "Sinnie-Poos? Is she some kind of wh-" "Yes." Sinstar stopped her, sighting, "Yes she is…"
Blah. Hope you liked. Pokes Fallenstar I've been watching too much Moulin Rouge. XD Hugs Denzel Anyways, yeah. I have nothing to say. Blah.
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Next Time- The Gathering is drawing nearer, and Robinstar comes to Sinstar with some horrifying news. Meanwhile, Maplepaw has a close encounter with a bloodthirsty black tom by the name of Anubis…