Hey guys, (or guy, since I doubt anyone is even reading this fanfic, pfft) I'd like to know if anyone actually gives a fudge about this fanfic. PM me if you'd want this to keep going. I have a good plot (i think) but I can't get it going without you guys..anyway, onto the story.
Fawnpaw trudged through the rain, the moor turning into mud under her.
"This sucks," Mousepaw whined. He pressed his body next to hers. Fawnpaw flinched, then relaxed. "I hate being wet. My fur is thin and it gets soaked to the bone."
"At least you don't have thick, heavy fur that takes forever to dry and gets weighted down," Fawnpaw joked.
"Yeah," Mousepaw agreed. Then he stared intensely at Fawnpaw.
"Y-you're, uh.." Mousepaw hesitated.
"I'm what?" Fawnpaw queried. She was curious.
"I think you're a good friend," Mousepaw stammered. Then he took a deep breath and stopped trotting.
"Mousepaw?" Fawnpaw asked quietly.
"I-I think…" he took an even bigger breath and then shouted over the rain, "I think you're a really great cat and I think you're nice and I think I like you!"
Fawnpaw stopped in her tracks, but her mind was racing. Mousepaw was old enough to be a warrior, along with his littermate, Juniperpaw. In fact, they should've been made warriors a while ago. He was more mature, right? She looked into his eyes and he looked anything like a strong, cool warrior. His fur was plastered to his ribs and his eyes shone with kit-like hope and embarrassment. His paws shifted.
Fawnpaw suddenly thought of another gray cat. Another gray cat with a stripe along his back. Another gray cat named Stonepaw.
She considered it, when Wolfmask turned and shouted at them to hurry. Fawnpaw bolted ahead, Mousepaw trailing behind, but he managed to catch up.
"Do you feel the same?" he asked. His voice sounded like he was begging, high-pitched and nervous.
Fawnpaw hesitated.
"…No, Mousepaw. I only think we're friends. Good friends is alright, and-"
"No!" Mousepaw yowled. "I don't want to be your friend, I want something-" his voice cracked. "Forget it! Forget it, alright?!"
"We're too young anyway! I don't want a mate, ever! I'm going to be the deputy and lead the Clan!" Mousepaw's eyes hardened and he bared his teeth.
"Not if I make it first," he snarled. Then he raced ahead. Fawnpaw sat alone in the mud, when Flightstar called out to the Clan that they had reached the border.
"What just happened?" Juniperpaw muttered as she matched her step with Fawnpaw.
"Mousepaw just said he, er, loves me," Fawnpaw replied awkwardly.
"Oh, my brother is so immature," Juniperpaw said smoothly. "He doesn't understand what love is. It's just a cutsie little crush, ignore it."
Fawnpaw was grateful but also sad. She felt like she had broken something.
"HEY!"
Fawnpaw froze and saw a patrol of CedarClan cats.
"What are you all doing here?!" the first cat snarled.
"Silverwing," Fawnpaw breathed. Her gaze flitted to Featherfall.
Behind Silverwing was Stonepaw, and next to him was a massive black tom and a smaller, cream-colored tom. The only cat that registered in Fawnpaw's brain was Stonepaw.
"Attack!" Silverwing yowled.
Is she insane? Fawnpaw thought in amazement. It was the entire Clan against a patrol!
"Silverwing!" The cream-colored tom snapped.
"Galestorm," Silverwing grunted.
"It's the entire Clan! They must be here for a reason."
Stonepaw's eyes locked with hers, and the chill of the rain instantly vanished to be replaced with sheer heat. Fawnpaw actually checked to see if the fire had reached this part of the forest. She hardly even noticed when they led them to their camp. Her paws were stumbling from exhaustion.
"Wait," Flightstar huffed.
"What do you want?" Silverwing snarled, instantly whirling around, tail lashing.
Who put ants in her pelt?
"I want to hold a ceremony," Flightstar rasped.
"A ceremony?" The huge black tom growled, his eyes large. "On our territory?"
"No, in a fox den. Of course in your territory!" Flightstar snapped. Then she turned and called out, "Juniperpaw! Mousepaw! Fawnpaw!"
The three cats stalked forward.
"All of you," she whispered. The rain began to seize.
"Do you promise to protect your Clan with the sake of your life?"
My warrior ceremony?! On enemy territory!
"I do," the young cats replied slowly.
"Then I call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on you and keep you safe. Juniperpaw, you shall now be known as Juniperwing. Mousepaw, you shall now be known as Mousetail. And Fawnpaw…" As Flightstar's eyes flitted over her, her whole body tensed. Flightstar was silent for a moment, staring at Fawnpaw, her eyes horrified. Then she composed herself and raised her head.
"F-Fawnpaw shall now be known as Fawnbelly."
"Juniperwing! Mousetail! Fawnbelly!" The Clan cheered. Fawnbelly even noticed Stonepaw, Galestorm, and the black tom cheering, but Silverwing remained deathly silent. As they continued on, Fawnbelly heard Flightstar raise her head and whisper, "StarClan save us."