I'm having a lot of trouble with this one…I absolutely can't think of ANYTHING.
Erm…this takes place during Firestar's apprenticeship.
NOT IMPRESSED
"Hey! Hey, Sandpaw!"
Groaning, Sandpaw turned to see Dustpaw galloping towards her with a plump sparrow in his jaws. "Look at what I caught! Isn't it the fattest sparrow you've ever seen?"
Dustpaw had been doing this to her for a while now, and Sandpaw always tried to be nice and say something like: "Wow, Dustpaw, you're a great hunter." She didn't want to hurt the desperate tom's feelings.
"Yeah, Dustpaw." Sandpaw was getting annoyed with what he'd been doing for the past two moons of their apprenticeship.
"So, guess who the lucky cats who get to eat it are?" Dustpaw's amber eyes shone.
"Who?" Sandpaw flicked her tail. It was obvious that she would share it with him.
"You and I!"
"Great!" Sandpaw tried to sound half as excited as him. Dustpaw plopped himself down right beside her and began wolfing down the sparrow.
Sandpaw gazed over the clearing. Graypaw and Firepaw were sitting beneath the shade of an oak tree that hung over the ThunderClan camp, sharing tongues. Firepaw's flame-colored pelt was dappled with sunlight. Sandpaw secretly wished she could share a plump piece of prey with him.
"Sandpaw, are you listening?" Dustpaw's voice snapped her out of her daydreaming.
"Hm? Oh, yeah," Sandpaw replied sheepishly.
Dustpaw was obviously convinced, and finished the story he'd been rambling about. "Isn't that just so cool?"
Sandpaw nodded, not really understanding what he'd been telling her. "Yeah!"
"Sandpaw!"
Her heart leapt when she saw Firepaw padding over to her. "What do you want, kittypet?" Dustpaw sneered. Sandpaw turned on her taunting mode. She couldn't show that she had the slightest feelings for Firepaw.
"Er…" Firepaw shuffled his paws, obviously uncomfortable around Dustpaw. The two did not click at all. "Whitestorm wants to take us training."
Sandpaw jumped to her paws, struggling to veil her bliss. "Great," she meowed sarcastically.
"See ya, Sandpaw," Dustpaw muttered.
"Bye." Sandpaw followed Firepaw to the camp entrance, where Whitestorm, her mentor, was waiting for them. Bluestar and Whitestorm were both Firepaw's mentor. The three raced through the forest and soon approached the training hollow.
"Instead of training," Whitestorm meowed, pacing in front of the two young cats, "how about we have a pop quiz?"
Sandpaw groaned.
"Now…Sandpaw, you must have silent pawsteps when stalking what prey?" Whitestorm inquired.
"Rabbits."
"Very good. And Firepaw, you must have light pawsteps when stalking what prey?"
Firepaw didn't even have to think. "Mice."
"Correct."
Firepaw smiled, and Sandpaw's heart melted. He was so…handsome! She wondered if he felt the same way about her. Probably not, she thought. I've been nothing but cruel to him ever since he came to ThunderClan. He hates me.
"Sandpaw!"
Sandpaw jumped, startled by Whitestorm's bellowing voice. "Sorry…what?"
"Pay attention!"
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"Hey, Sandpaw, look at this enormous finch!" Dustpaw pranced over to Sandpaw, who was grooming herself in a patch of shade. A finch dangled from his jaws.
"Dustpaw…" Sandpaw sighed as he approached her. "I…I need you to know that…"
Dustpaw stared at her, his eyes wide, as though he were hoping she'd say something like: "I love you."
Sandpaw glanced towards Firepaw, who was devouring a mouse. She swallowed. "Of all the big pieces of fresh-kill you bring me, and all the stories you tell me…I'm not impressed."
Um…the story didn't really fit in with the phrase that well, but I tried. I had a lot of difficulties with this chapter and procrastinated. I'm going to be away from this Friday to next Saturday, so…yeah. Don't be mad if I don't update until 2057.
xx-Starfall-xx