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Heathershadow

Chapter 2!

As Heatherkit opened his eyes, he saw fog seeping into the nursery. He struggled up and sneaked outside without his mother's permission. As Heatherkit looked around, he saw that no one was out in the clearing yet. Good! He thought, now, I won't get caught! He smirked as he padded out of the camp through the dirt-making tunnel. That way, he had an excuse if he did end up being caught.

As he padded into the forest surrounding the camp, Heatherkit stretched his legs and yawned. As he took a deep breath, he scented the sweet scent of green-leaf prey. "Well, I guess I could hunt. I'm gonna be an apprentice soon so I better practice!" He said to himself. As he caught scent of a mouse, he crouched and began to stalk it. "I'm gonna catch some more fresh-kill for the Clan. Oh, boy!"

As Heatherkit pounced, he missed and fell into a stream nearby. "Why does it always happen to me?" He moaned as he got up and shook his fur dry. "I hate water!"

As he continued to hunt, hoping his fur would dry completely, he began to stalk a squirrel. As he pounced this time, he actually caught it. "HA HA!" Heatherkit shouted in triumph as he finished it off with a quick nip to the throat.

When he padded back towards the camp he realized it was nearly sun-high. He could hear his mother now. Oh no! Where's my kit? Where's my fragile, tiny kit! While Brackenkit and Firekit will be chanting: Now we get to play rough! About time that flea-bag got lost! "I'll show them! I'll show 'em all!" Heatherkit muttered. He was going to prove he can hunt and become the greatest warrior SharkClan had ever seen!

When he padded through the entrance to camp he made sure his head and tail were held high as possible. As he dropped the squirrel in the fresh-kill pile, he noticed Swollenbelly running over to him.

"Where were you? I searched everywhere! You're filthy!" She screamed.

"I was just out in the for-"

"The forest? …and why is that? You know the warrior code says that kits aren't permitted outside the camp!"

Heatherkit grinned. "But we can't be punished, either!" He padded away leaving Swollenbelly steaming with anger.

"Hey Firekit! Wanna wrestle? Bet ya I can beat you!" Heatherkit heard Brackenkit yell.

"Can I play?" Heatherkit asked knowing they'd approve.

"No!" Firekit yelled in mid-pounce.

"And why not?" Heatherkit asked matter-of-factly.

"Mommy say it's a big no-no's!" Brackenkit teased. "You might get in big trouble!" He said babyishly.

"Eat fox-dung!" Heatherkit snapped as he bounded off. "I hate SharkClan! No one cares here!" He said to himself, I'm just gonna run away!"

He padded over to the entrance of the camp to find Whitestar and Deadleaf organizing patrols. He decided to run off at night when no one could see him. As he walked past the elder's den, he heard Orangetail and Leopardpelt telling Nightpaw to fetch Mallownose because they thought Greenshadow had greencough.

"But it's way too early, Orangetail." He heard Nightpaw scold. "Greencough never hits until leaf-fall at the very least."

"Just go you mouse-brain!" Leopardpelt snapped.

"Fine…" Nightpaw pushed out of the huge hollow log the elders used as a den and nearly bumped into Heatherkit. "Sorry, Heatherkit! But, hey, you're strong enough. You'll be an apprentice soon! You can handle getting pushed by accident by now, can't you!" She smiled.

"Well, that's one cat who thinks so!" Heatherkit muttered as he padded off.

That night, Heatherkit slipped outside. Tonight's the night, Heatherkit, let's go. He thought to himself as he padded into the clearing, careful not to wake anyone. As he got to the entrance, he stopped. "Nightpaw's out there," he murmured. "Oh well, she'll never find me. The forest's huge!" He bounded out and ran towards the border where the sun sets. He was almost there when…

"Heatherkit? What are you doing out here? You should be back in the nursery." Nightpaw scolded from behind him.

"And you should be in the apprentice's den! You rat me out, I rat you out! Did you think of that one, mouse-brain?"

"You wouldn't! I'd be shunned by Poppypaw and Yellowpaw!" Nightpaw hissed.

"You're right; I wouldn't… unless you would!" Heatherkit snapped back.

"What are you doing out here, anyways?" Nightpaw asked quizzically as she forced her fur to lie flat again.

"I'm running away. No one listens to me! It's always: Heatherkit's so tiny, or Heatherkit's too weak to be a warrior. Well, I'm sick of it! Tell everyone I said bye, would ya?"

"Actually, I can't" Nightpaw replied with a twinkle in her eyes.

"What! Even when I'm being sarcastic, you still don't take me seriously! I'm running away! Good bye! So long! See ya never!"

"What? That doesn't make sense! Oh, just shut up you mouse-brain! I mean I'm coming with you!"

"What?" She can't be serious! A she-cat… is coming with me! Oh StarClan help me!

"Problem?" Nightpaw tilted her head.

"I'm looking at it!" Heatherkit retorted.

"Shut up and let's go! You're not the only one alone! No one listens to me either, bud! Now, come on…" Nightpaw ranted.

"Coming!" Heatherkit mewed as he rolled his eyes.

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