So, I'm back from a hiatus.

So I wasn't chosen to go the Gathering. Figures. Handsome and talented as he is, Sleetstar's also incredibly skilled at holding grudges.

I'm stuck guarding the camp. With Featherpaw. I wanted to puke, but then again, I didn't want to embarrass myself yet again. Jumping back and forth between both sides, I finally came to a conclusion that it wasn't worth it to nearly kill Fogstorm.

Here's the math I worked out.

Pushing off Fogstorm = Happiness + a good laugh + revenge + self satisfaction – trouble – Sleetstar's grudge – not going to gathering – being with Featherpaw – Hunting with Dappleleaf and Firepaw = 1+1+1+1-1-1-1-1-1 = -1.

Not worth it.

So, I'm not bearing with this. It's time to be rebellious, difficult Streampaw.

I marched to Sleetstar's den. I didn't bother calling from outside. I charged in angrily, letting my impulsive side take over me.

Sleetstar raised his head, his nap interrupted. "Yes, Streampaw?"

"Do you honestly think that I can be told that I'm not going to the Gathering and not complain?" I asked him.

"Pardon?" Sleetstar raised an eyebrow, though he clearly understood me.

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm going to the Gathering."

"No you're not."

"Yes, I am, Sleetstar. Period." I declared.

"And if I don't let you?" Sleetstar challenged.

"Try me," I answered, and was about to leave. Then I turned around, licked Sleetstar's fur, and then turned back to leave. I wanted to do that for the longest while. If he did mind, he didn't do anything.

Moonrise. All the cats were organized to go to the Gathering, with Featherpaw, Blackwing, Dappleleaf, and Fogstorm staying back to guard the camp. I was supposed to as well, but I decided not to. After the last cat left, I scrambled out of the gorse tunnel, preparing for escape.

To my surprise, Fogstorm was there.

"Don't think about leaving," he warned, his butt plumper than ever when he was angry.

I growled back. "I'll kill you," I warned. And I would.

Suddenly, more cats appeared. Blackwing. Dappleleaf. Featherpaw.

Now the odds were next to impossible. But I was a proud cat, and I wasn't about to give up. I can and will. Fogstorm was going to die, right then.

Timing my attack, I sprang and landed on Fogstorm's back. Unsheathing my claws, I dug them deep into my mentor's fur. Fogstorm yowled, and I felt blood wet my paw. Suddenly, Fogstorm flipped, and while I was still recovering from the shock, he pinned me down, hissing.

Unsheathing his claws, and with narrowed eyes he glared at me. I could smell his breath as he raised a paw, but all I could concentrate on was his most peculiar behind.

As he was about to strike, Blackwing quickly came to the rescue.

"Now, now, Fogstorm," he meowed frantically. "Streampaw's only a little cat, almost a kit. No need to be so angry."

Fogstorm nodded and backed off, but I growled.

"I don't need protection from a micro-organism like you!" I hissed. With that, I jumped, and bit down into Fogstorm's neck.

Fogstorm shook like mad, and having trained for only a day, I was easily shaken off.

I landed with a thud, and everything went black for the second time in two days.

When I opened them again, I was lying in a moss bed. Fogstorm was there, licking my fur. "You okay?" He grunted. The same sarcasm was showing in his voice as the sarcasm in mine yesterday.

"Since when did I need your concern?" I growled, and pounced on my mentor's face. I thrashed about, clawing and kicking like mad.

Dappleleaf, Featherpaw, and Blackwing rushed to help Fogstorm, but I quickly changed positions and started clawing on his back. Then, perfectly aimed, I bit down sharply on his back. I closed my jaws and tore mercilessly. For a split second, my fangs and claws were sentient, and I barely knew what I was doing as I thrashed about.

I only subtly recognize the large amount of blood coating my paws until, with a yowl, Fogstorm collapsed, blood trickling from his mouth.

I grinned. A mentor who can't even beat his own apprentice. It was quite an accomplishment for me.

Anyway, my work here was done. As the three other cats rushed to where my mentor lay, half wanting to kill me as they passed by me, I hopped-bounced to the Gathering.

Except there was one problem - I had no clue where the Gathering was. Then, I smelled it. Sleetstar's scent!

Gloating over my brilliant idea, I followed my Clan leader's scent. The scent wandered closer and closer to RiverClan territory.

Then I stopped. Why should I follow the scent? I know my own way around here. I began to walk around. I'm brave and awesome. I don't need help.

After awhile, I found ThunderClan's scent again, and I followed it for a little bit and then wandered pointlessly about, admiring the sight and scenery that I've never seen before during my 6-moon sentence as a kit.

Woot. I'm so brave and cool and-

And I almost believed that. Except it's midnight. Dark. Silent.

And I was completely lost.

How can I make it less humanish? x3

Btw, thanks for the reviews. I luff you all.