So, half of you seemed to think that Leafpaw was a traitor, and the rest didn't.. You will just have to deal with what I decided. And, I hope you will tell me what you think of my little kitty at the end of the , I changed my pen name too.
DISCLAIMER: Whitepaw pranced happily down a forest trail. "Stonesong's fear owns Warriors! Stonesong's fear own Warriors!" Suddenly, three large twolegs appeared in front of her and glared at her. "FINE!!! STONESONG'S FEAR DOESN'T OWN WARRIORS!!"
The moon twinkled down on the forest, only at half its normal strength. A slim white figure padded quietly through the forest. She sniffed the air and growled. Not a single scent of that... No.. stop it. You have decided. No time to turn back on your answer. Whitepaw scolded herself.
Over the last half-moon, Whitepaw had thought long and hard, often forgetting to be snappy with Stonestar. She had been training hard, but when she wasn't hunting, or fighting, patrolling, or even cleaning out the elders' den(which she seemed to be doing less and less), Whitepaw had thought. What she would have done if she were in Leafpaw's position. What family meant to her. If she should give Leafpaw another chance. Whitepaw remembered thinking so hard that often times, cats wondered what was bothering her.
"Are you alright?" Stonestar had said the other day, while Whitepaw was sitting with a mouse in her paws, her claws tightening around it. Her gaze was unfocused, thoughtful.
Whitepaw shook her head, crouching down in the leaves in the roots. She rolled around in them to hide her scent. She hid in the darkness, hoping that the moonshine wouldn't give away her white pelt.
Maybe I should climb a tree... Whitepaw figured, then wriggled out of the leaves and clawed her way up the bark of a tall maple tree. Sitting in one of the lower branches, she let the leaves hide her.
Not long after, Leafpaw padded uncertainly across the border, his ears pricked and flicking back and forth. Whitepaw noticed that he seemed to be getting more muscular, and his pelt was glossy and smooth.
"Whitepaw?" he hissed quietly. Let him wait... Whitepaw thought. Leafpaw sat down, his ears lowered.
"I guess not..." he mewed softly, sadly. His green eyes gazed at the forest floor. Whitepaw judged the distance between herself and the ground and pushed off the branch with her hind legs. Landing with a jolt, Whitepaw gave out a hiss of pain.
"Whitepaw!" Leafpaw jumped up, his eyes wide. With the moonshine, Whitepaw thought that he was more white than tawny.
"Yes?" Whitepaw asked casually, shaking her pelt. Her own muscles had become more developed, but she was slimmer than Leafpaw, probably from all her running. Leafpaw also noticed that her pelt had gotten longer, and more smooth.
"I thought you weren't coming!" Leafpaw exclaimed, and Whitepaw chuckled, padding up to her brother.
"No, silly. I'll come when you need me," Whitepaw sat down with her tail curled around her paws and Leafpaw copied her.
"Promise?" he asked, gazing at her with hope. Whitepaw didn't hesitate, "Promise."
"Good. Do you want to hear about DuskClan?" Leafpaw asked.
"Of course!" Whitepaw exclaimed, leaping up.
"Great! Darkstar has been teaching me some great new moves for fighting in the rocks. Here, I'll teach them to you. Then, if we ever have to fight, we'll be even, right?"
"Right! Then, I'll teach you about MoonClan moves!" Whitepaw crouched ready for what Leafpaw would teach her.
"Alright, first, you leap for the opponent, but go past them, slicing them on the way. You land on a rock, or in your case, a tree, and jump back quickly, clawing your opponent!" Leafpaw said. He crouched down and leaped for Whitepaw, but barely grazed her side with a sheathed paw and landed sideways on a tree trunk. He immediately pushed off and leaped for Whitepaw, bowling her over. Whitepaw rolled over and pushed Leafpaw off with her hind paw. She crouched, and wove back and forth. Leafpaw watched her every move. Whitepaw feinted right and struck Leafpaw on his left shoulder.
"Wow, that was cool!" Leafpaw exclaimed.
"Yep! Stonestar taught me that today!" Whitepaw purred, her long white tail lashing.
"Okay, you try my move, and I'll try yours!" Leafpaw said.
"Right!" Whitepaw crouched down again, and stared hard at Leafpaw's left side. Leaping, she wasn't surprised when he moved left. Landing on his back, she pushed off again, knocking Leafpaw to the ground. Landing the same way on a tree trunk, she spun around and jumped for him. She landed on his side, and began batting at his side with sheathed paws.
"Whoa. You really know how to fight! Let me try your move," Leafpaw shoved Whitepaw up and she padded away. Leafpaw crouched down and wove back and forth. Whitepaw countered him and began weaving as well. They leaped at exactly the same time and collided in mid-air.
"Ow. Ow," Whitepaw staggered away, blinking rapidly. Leafpaw just sat on the ground, his paws splayed out, and his eyes dazed.
"That hurt..." he said. Whitepaw sat down too, trying to stop swaying.
"Yeah.. that hurt. I should get back to camp before they wonder where I've gone," Whitepaw said.
"Me too. I'll see you at the gathering, or the next half-moon!" Leafpaw stood and padded away, muttering "Ow" under his breath.
Whitepaw stood and began rolling around in the leaves again to get rid of Leafpaw's scent. When she was smelling like the forest, she groomed the bits of leaves off and began running back to camp. Her paw thrummed steadily against the forest floor and she raced past Stormflight. He nodded, seeing the white streak and not fearing.
Whitepaw curled in her nest and closed her eyes, immediately falling into a deep sleep. It felt like only minutes before she was being prodded awake.
"Whitepaw! Wake up!" Stonestar growled. Whitepaw blinked her eyes and groaned.
"Five more minutes?" She begged.
"No! We're going to go hunting. You are to have an assessment. I am NOT waiting any longer!" Stonestar exited the den and Whitepaw stood, stretching. She padded out of the den and sighed.
"Fine, let's go."
"Good. We'll be hunting near the aspen grove. I will be watching you, but you won't see me. Don't look for me, please," Stonestar's piercing blue eyes stared at Whitepaw and she shuffled her paws nervously.
The last time she had participated in an assessment, she had searched for Stonestar, and found her, ruining the whole thing.
"I won't!" Whitepaw mewed, and Stonestar nodded, pleased. The pair padded into the forest, the birds twittering over head as if to say Ha! You can't catch me! A small, pleasant breeze blew in from the DawnClan grasslands.
"Go," Stonestar said when they reached the aspen grove. Whitepaw padded off a little bit before crouching down and scenting the air. She smelled mouse. Stalking forward carefully, her paw steps light, she crept up on the mouse. Pouncing, she bit its neck and killed it.
Burying it under a bush, Whitepaw turned and began scenting the air. She froze. A blackbird was staring right at her. Great SkyClan, let me catch this! Whitepaw gave a mighty leap and hissed at the blackbird. It let out a warning call, but Whitepaw's claws closed on it and it died swiftly.
"I hope that there's still some prey around here.." Whitepaw hissed quietly and walked a ways into the forest, looking around. Her eyes widened with joy. A small, but very plump rabbit was nibbling on a tuft of grass, and it hadn't even spotted Whitepaw. She crouched down and stalked quickly towards it. The rabbit lifted its head in alarm, but Whitepaw leaped for it. The rabbit dashed off and Whitepaw gave chase. She was about to catch it before a ginger blur hurtled through the air and pounced on the rabbit.
"That was my prey!" Whitepaw hissed, unsheathing her claws. Her gray leader appeared from the bushes behind her and Whitepaw glared at the intruder.
"Well, obviously not, as I'm the one to catch this. You have plenty of space to catch prey. Two cats can't possibly catch that much!" the ginger tom snorted. Stonestar bristled and unsheathed her claws.
"Two cats?! Two cats?! No, rogue. Many, many cats live on this territory, and you'd be dead if you ran into even a single patrol!" Stonestar snarled, and the ginger tom's eyes widened.
"Well, sorry!" he said, dropping the rabbit.
"You should have scented the borders! What do you want, anyways?" Whitepaw hissed, crouching low, her muscles tense.
"N-Nothing! J-Just some food and shelter! My name is Light," the tom said, bowing his head.
"I am Stonestar, and this is my apprentice, Whitepaw. Where do you come from, Light?" Stonestar mewed, and Whitepaw backed up to sit by her leader Stonestar sat as well, but her claws remained unsheathed.
"I come from far past the Nofur development. I was a housecat before my Nofur died and left me alone. I have hunted for myself since I was small. You wouldn't mind if I stayed here a few days?" Light said hopefully.
"I don't know if you should stay on the territory. Maybe you should come back to camp," Stonestar gazed at Light and Whitepaw noticed how her eyes lingered on his muscles and thin body.
"You would do that? Might I stay with you?!" Light exclaimed, his ears pricked up for the first time. Whitepaw noticed that one of them was shredded down to his head.
"I would have to ask my Clan. But you may get food for now," Stonestar mewed. He seems like he would be a good asset to MoonClan... but I don't know what they'll think... Oh, wait 'till Leafpaw hears!
Well, what do you think of Light? Should he stay? Should he not? I really have no idea what to do with him, so I NEED you to tell me!!!