Here's Chapter 2! Once I get some more reviews, I'll be starting a trivia on my story! The prize...cookies! So, it would help if you guys could review, I want to see what I do well, and what I can improve.
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One more thing, I've brought Mousfeur here to help me with disclaimers!
Mousefur: Listen up ya old withersnappers! Birdshadow the bold does not own Warriors in any way, shape, or form. All rights belong to Erin Hunter! Now read this chapter or yer gonna' have to see to my ticks...
Birdkit continued to stare upwards at her father. He was so much bigger than she imagined! Sandkit also stood silently, twitching her whiskers.
Buzzardfire let out a booming laugh, "Surprised?"
Birdkit nodded vigorously and purred, "Hello, I'm Birdkit!" She squeaked. Sandkit also mewed a greeting, her green eyes bright. Suddenly, Buzzardfire flicked his paws, swiping up and moss-ball. He tossed it in the direction of the two kits, and stood up. Birdkit giggled and reached up, paws outstretched, and swat the wad of moss down. She batted it to Buzzardfire. Sandkit mewed in protest and snatched the ball as it rolled. Birdkit let out a yowl and pounced on the ginger kit, whose tail was fluffed up.
"Gotcha!" Birdkit squeaked. The twosome rolled on the floor of the nursery, trying to obtain possession of the moss-ball. Finally, Birdkit stood up panting, the moss gripped triumphantly in her jaws. However, it wasn't long until Sandkit swatted it out.
"Both of you will make terrific warriors!" Buzzardfire purred. He curled his tail in amusement as he watched the two kits.
"Thanks!" Birdkit and Sandkit mewed in unison.
"Can we go on a hunting patrol please?" begged Birdkit. She swished her striped tail and continued, "We'll make the best hunters the clan has ever seen!"
"We'll bring in so much prey that the clan will be feast!" Added Sandkit.
Buzzardfire purred, "Maybe next time kits. You can't leave the camp until you're an apprentice, remember?"
Sandkit slumped her shoulders, but Birdkit continued on, "Please? We won't get into any trouble!"
Buzzardfire laughed, "Sorry, but that's the warrior code." Suddenly, a pair of teeth clamped around Birdkit's scruff and plucked her off the ground. The brown kit squeaked in surprise.
"You won't be leaving camp anytime soon!" Meowed the affectionate voice of Honeystream, "Now let's leave your father alone, he'll be on a hunting patrol soon."
Buzzardfire nodded. "I'll be off then! Goodbye kits!" He purred at Birdkit and Sandkit, and then padded away, leaving the bramble bushes rustling. Birdkit blinked, and then peered out of the nursery. She could see Buzzardfire, his russet fur bright, padding into the warriors' den. The sheltered cave had a gaping hole, which seemed to swallow her father. The ferns growing around the den curled and swam around it, and the ivy seemed to coat it. She turned to her left. The medicine cat den started as a den, but started to dip underground, creating a large den. To the left of the medicine cat den was the elder's den, a large, droopy willow tree, who's leaves were weaved with brambles to provide a safe, sturdy den. To the right of the warrior's den was the leader's den. It was a cave carved into the top of a small, jagged cliff. The cliff jutted out to create the perfect spot for the leader to sit and address the clan. The nursery stood opposite of the medicine cat den, and to its left was the apprentices' den, an extremely small cave with trees and brambles in the front to extend the den. Birdkit sighed.
"I wish we could leave camp," mewed a voice beside her. Sandkit padded and sat down near Birdkit.
"Soon I guess," shrugged Birdkit. The twosome gazed outside, longing for adventure.
