Lovely, lovely. LOVELY. In case you were to wonder; Darkstrips was an accident. He was supposed to be Darkstripe, but I, Brittany, had a total spelling error, and so we just kept his new name. Enjoy the new chapter and please review :)
Soon, training for the apprentices began. Hollowpaw and Graypaw were being taken into the woods for a formal hunting lesson. Graypaw was bouncing his hyper ass around the forest floor and bumping into Hollowpaw, who was rolling along and "tripping" over tree roots. Darkstrips was sucking up to Bluestar as they walked behind the apprentices, but Bluestar was simply irritated with him. She was bitchily flinging all the insults she knew at him as they followed the apprentices into the training hollow. When they got there, Graypaw was underneath Hollowpaw, who had bounced over a root at the edge of the hollow and fallen into it, Graypaw being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Time to start training!" Bluestar said irritatedly.
Graypaw threw Hollowpaw off of him and stood to attention, his box friend landing on his wheels beside him.
"Let's see your hunting crouches."
Graypaw immediately bent down and started to wave his ass in the air, excitement obvious on the oblivious apprentices face. Hollowpaw stayed where he was. Bluestar walked around them and assessed their crouches.
"Graypaw, you FAIL. Hollowpaw OBVIOUSLY did better because he's MY apprentice." Bluestar said.
Graypaw was about to say something when Bluestar said, "LET'S HUNT."
Graypaw batted at Hollowpaw and sent the box flying into the woods, some leftover loose change in the latter making a lot of noise.
"HOLLOWPAW YOU MORON. YOU ARE THE WORST HUNTER I HAVE EVER SEEN." Darkstrips screeched as he followed the apprentices. The cross-eyed warrior didn't seem to notice and or care that he himself was scaring away all of the prey in a ten foot radius. Bluestar simply snorted at him in disdain and followed the apprentices as they tripped and flipped through the trees.
After many a painfully embarrassing training sessions; it was time for Hollowpaw and Graypaw to be assessed. Darkstrips and Bluestar sat in the trees watching the dumbass gray cat and wooden box pathetically hunt.
"If that fucking Hollowpaw doesn't even manage to catch a dead mouse i'll skin him with my teeth and put his pelt over my nest as a little den decor." Grumbled bitchy Bluestar. Just then Graypaw spotted her tail dangling over the tree branch; swaying back and forth. He thought it was a possum and decided to surprise such a big catch and be the talk of the clan. He sprinted up a smaller tree so he could get closer to the "possum". He wiggled his haunches and had a mini orgasm at the thought of being such an awesome hunter. He leaped and grabbed onto Bluestar's tail and was hanging from it, slowly swaying back and forth. The stupid leader wasn't aware of the sharp pain shooting through her tail until the fatass apprentices' weight became too much for her tail to handle and flung her off the tree along with Graypaw. They crashed to the earth and Bluestar whipped her head around; that infamous pissed-off look burning into Graypaw's soul.
Graypaw flinched from the leaders obvious anger. She opened her mouth to start bitching him out when suddenly a wind picked up and Hollowpaw flew out of nowhere, a mouse on his back, and slammed into her. The leader was knocked out completely and Graypaw sighed in relief.
"Thanks buddy!" He said cheerily as he looked over at the box cat.
Hollowpaw sat silently on Bluestar, the mouse still on his back.
"Nice catch by the way." Graypaw said with a friendly nudge as he headed back to the training hollow, his tail flicking happily and idiotically in the air as he went.
Hollowpaw slowly rolled down the slight incline he was on and "followed" his friend back to the hollow. Darkstrips was waiting there, seemingly relieved that the leader of his clan was nowhere in sight. He led the two apprentices back to the camp, Bluestar lying pathetically in the woods somewhere behind them.
That night Bluestar awoke, but the blow from Hollowpaw made her forget the little incident with Graypaw. She began to stand and winced at the pain in her fluffy tail and skinny flanks. She figured she must have sprained something while she was observing the two apprentices. She slowly made her way back to camp, it was night but the cats in the clearing should surely be awake. She stumbled down the hill, mumbling 'shits' and 'goddamn mother fucking paws' when she would accidently hit her tender feet on rocks. As she came into the clearing; Whitestorm saw her and thought she was a rogue.
"INTRUDER! THUNDERCLAN ATTACK!" He yowled, throwing himself into Bluestar.
Redtail, her deputy, leaped at her too and about four cats were attacking their leader, because they're dumbasses. Bluestar's Psycho Bitch Powers kicked in and she tore at each of her clanmates, killing her deputy, Redtail. When this happened the cats stopped fighting and looked at their insane leader, eyes wide. The ThunderClan leader stood there fur on end, quivering and baring her teeth.
"HOW COULD YOU ATTACK ME YOU STUPID IDIOTS! YOU'RE WARRIORS FOR STARCLANS SAKE! HAVE YOU NO DAMN BRAINS?" She screeched. The three remained cats stood staring at her in shock, unable to speak. Graypaw (being insane) padded up to the pissed-off leader, unsheathed his claws and poked her in the right flank with one. (Her sore one, no less) This was indeed a horrible mistake. The agitated leader spun around, claws outstretched, and swiped at the curious gray apprentice; landing a blow square in his little shoulder. He shrieked and was sent whirling through the air, and straight into Highrock.
"LOOK WHAT YOU MOUSE-BRAINED, FOX-HEARTS MADE ME DO! I KILLED MY FUCKING DEPUTY AND JUST ASSAULTED THAT DAMN APPRENTICE WHOSE NAME I DON'T EVEN FUCKING KNOW!" She bitched at the cats who still hadn't moved. She flicked her tail and ears in annoyance and stalked off into her den to bitch and moan about what happened.