"Oakpaw! Wake up!"
"Just a few more minutes…"
"We're going on a hunting patrol!"
Oakpaw woke up with a startle. She had forgotten that there was a hunting patrol she had to join.
"Coming!" Oakpaw squealed hastily. She sped out of the apprentice den, speedily joining the patrol.
"Took you long enough," said Swiftfeather.
The hunting patrol took off as the sun shone brightly above the clouds.
"I will try my new hunter's crouch on a couple of mice!" Oakpaw said.
"Want to bet on how many you'll catch?" said Juniperpaw.
"No thanks," said Oakpaw. She sniffed the air and scented a mouse nearby.
"What do you smell?" asked Swiftfeather.
"Probably lots of mice. She's obsessed with them," came a snarky remark from Juniperpaw.
"Shut up, mouse-brain!" said one of the apprentices."
"I'll shut up whenever I please, Fawnpaw!"
"I smell mouse," said Oakpaw shyly.
"Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" said Juniperpaw.
"Juniperpaw, please don't treat your clanmate like that. As for Oakpaw, I will follow them to make sure they catch that valuable piece of prey," scolded Swiftfeather.
"Valuable, my tail! We're just in newleaf! We-"
Oakpaw did not hear the rest. She sprinted across the grass, stopping where the mouse was. However, it felt her pawsteps, and it scurried away.
"Maybe next time," said Swiftfeather. "Try not to run as hard."
"A-alright..." said Oakpaw. She sniffed the air again. This time, she scented a pair of familiar cats. But they were not clan cats.
Do you see where this is going?
"I scent unfamiliar cats!" She screeched, running in their direction.
'Don't run towards us, run towards the cats!" Juniperpaw said. It was the first thing Juniperpaw said that was pretty obvious. She ran toward the two cats, and they looked somewhat familiar. One was white with faint gray paws and ears, as well as on the tip of their tail. The other one was completely snow white and a bit taller than the other.
"Do I know you?" asked Oakpaw.
"Ummm… hi," said the gray and white cat.
"Greetings! Wait, Sans, where are we?!" said the other.
"Those names are familiar," Oakpaw said. "Have I met you two before?"
"Did we meet this strange feline before, Sans?" asked the white cat.
'I guess you can call this a Cat-astrophe,"
"Are they more of your kind?" asked Swiftfeather.
"I recognize them now! They're my old friends!" said Oakpaw.
"Great, more loner losers in our clan. We're going to be known as Lonerclan if we take in cats that we meet EVERY. SINGLE. TIME." said Juniperpaw.
"Quiet down, mouse-brain! It's the leader's decision! You're always too ambitious," said Fawnpaw.
"I'll have you know that-" Juniperpaw was cut off.
"Okay, it's pretty clear here that you don't want them in the clan, but can't we just make a bit of space?" Oakpaw pleaded.
"More cats means more mouths to feed," answered Swiftfeather. "Maybe it's best that Lilacpelt wasn't here. She would do anything in her power to make sure they got into the clan."
"Did somebody say my name?" said a familiar voice.
"Gosh darn it, Lilacpelt! You nearly scared my fur off!" said Fawnpaw.
"I thought you warriors needed to be alert at all times," Lilacpelt replied with a purr.
"I guess I should've scented you," replied Fawnpaw, a bit disappointed.
"What're you doing out here?" asked Oakpaw. "And why in this place?"
"I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I was gathering herbs near the birch trees over there," her tail whipped toward her previous spot.
"Anyway, you accepted me into the clan, but why not them?" Oakpaw asked again.
"First of all, you were only one cat. Only one mouth to feed. Second of all, I wasn't the one who let you into the clan. Brackenstar did," Swiftfeather replied.
"Can we at least find out what Brackenstar says about it?" begged Oakpaw.
"I guess so. They really don't seem harmful."
"I can't believe you are going through with this," Juniperpaw spat.
"Can we finish the patrol first?" asked Fawnpaw.
"This needs to be reported immediately, Fawnpaw," Swiftfeather replied.
"Oh, all right,"
"As for me, I'll continue to gather marigold," said Lilacpelt, padding in the other direction. "By the way, be careful near the thunderpath," she called.
Oakpaw sniffed the air. It was the most acrid stench she's ever smelled in her life.
"Is that the thunderpath?" she screeched.
"Yes, Oakpaw. Don't go near it, though," Swiftfeather replied.
"Hey, what's this?" Fawnpaw asked, tail pointing to a plastic back with flat discs inside.
"Chips! I haven't had those in sooo long!" Oakpaw shouted.
"What are 'chips'?" Fawnpaw asked.
"Careful, it might be poisoned by the twolegs!" Juniperpaw shouted.
"Oh no, they aren't poisoned. Just crunchy," Oakpaw answered, inching towards the chips. She took one chip and crunched on it.
"Eek! She's eating it!" Juniperpaw and Fawnpaw said in unison.
"It's really not that bad!" Oakpaw said. "Try it!"
"Errr…. No thanks…." Fawnpaw shied away from the chips.
"How did we go from finding loners to the thunderpath to chips?!" asked Swiftfeather. "For Starclan's sake, we have loners to turn in!"
'How did I forget? Of course, we need to turn these two in!" Juniperpaw said sarcastically.
Oakpaw had realized that Sans and Papyrus were just watching them intently.
"S-sorry, guys… I guess I got distracted…." She mewed.
"Oh. I think those chips fell out of my pocket, but it seems I don't have my jacket here anymore," said Sans.
"I don't think I have my scarf, either," said Papyrus.
"Alright… Time to get you two to camp," Swiftfeather meowed. "Come follow us."
And so they padded off to the clan entrance.
And now, a blooper from our two writers (you can call us Lilac and Leaf):
Lilac: "Juniperpaw is the jerk in the story. You know, for plot convenience!"
Leaf: "I want to rename Juniperpaw into Catjerk."
Lilac: "I didn't even plan as far as their gender, but they seem to be a tom."
Hannah: "I learned how to milk sideways!"
Please excuse us. We wrote this story over several lunches in a math classroom while one of us tried to do homework but utterly failed due to the noise level in our classroom because of the fact that it becomes a hangout during lunch. Don't judge us.