Woot! Longest one today! 597 words! Yeah! Oh, Tau gets a cookie for her awesome reviews and the fact that she got the question in Always right! Woot!!
I've caught up to .Amberleaf.!!!! YEAH! Though, when she reads this, she'll probably race ahead of me...
Fire
Hot.
Hot.
It was so hot.
Jaypaw didn't know that anything could get as hot as this day was. Of all her time in ShadowClan, she didn't think that it would get above the pleasant temperature that it always was.
She was proven very wrong.
The gray tabby she-cat sat by the fresh-kill pile, trying to think of a way to cool herself off. She thought about finding a leaf and asking someone to fan her with it, but she figured that wasn't warrior-like. The lake was definitely not an option. RiverClan was fine with getting their paws soaked, but she refused to voluntarily stand in water.
"Hey, Jaypaw," a voice mewed. Drypaw, one of the other apprentices, was walking over to her. "Hot, isn't it?"
She nodded furiously. "I am going to melt into a puddle of apprentice!" she complained.
Drypaw looked at her and tilted his head. "Never heard it put quite like that, but yeah. It's sweltering."
"I'm surprised a fire hasn't broken out in camp yet!" Jaypaw mewed, but even as she said it, a wave of smoke blasted into her senses. She looked around wildly and saw smoke billowing out of the nursery.
"Fire!" she screeched, barreling into Drypaw, but running toward the nursery. "Fire! Get out!" Cats began stirring around her as she bolted into the nursery. The queens were screeching as one of the walls burst in to flames. Some of the kits that had been near it wailed in terror.
Jaypaw took one of the kits and dashed from the nursery. She placed it a good few foxlengths from the flaming den and yowled for a warrior to come get it. Drypaw came up behind her.
"I'll take the kits and put them somewhere safe outside the nursery. You bring them out!" he instructed. Jaypaw nodded and bolted back into the nursery. Warriors and queens were coming out with several terrified kits in their jaws.
She looked around and spotted her little sister, Silverkit. The kit had been ill when she was born and hadn't been apprenticed with them, and she was still very tiny, even at six moons. Jaypaw bounded toward her. She scooped her up and ran from the nursery.
The apprentice repeated this several times until only one kit was left. By that time, the entire nursery was blazing. Longtooth, an orange tabby, was about to run in to the nursery, but Jaypaw stopped him.
"I'll get Crimsonkit," she mewed. The warrior nodded and ran from the burning camp.
Jaypaw ran in to the nursery and searched for Crimsonkit. The little red kit was wailing in horror in the one corner that wasn't burning. "Stay still!" Jaypaw cried, lunging for her just as the top of the nursery collapsed.
They both cried out in pain as the flames licked their pelts. As Crimsonkit flailed around, Jaypaw made a mad lung for her scruff. She bit down hard, and the kit went limp. Gasping for air, she flung the kit out of the nursery. A wail came from outside, and she knew the kit was okay.
Smoke flooded her lungs, and she began to feel dizzy. The fire licked her pelt, and she smelled her fur burning.
"Jaypaw! Jaypaw! Jaypaw..." Was that Drypaw? She couldn't tell. The voice began to fade away and was drowned out by the sound of the second wall falling. As the wall crashed on top of her, Jaypaw's eyes closed for the last time.
She was lost in the fire.
My and my issues with murdering innocent cats... At least Crimsonkit lived! Heh... heh...