I DO NOT OWN WARRIORS! Author's Note: Thank You for reading my story! If you know any of your friends that like warriors, advice them to read my story, too. If you are confused about what is happening, please refer back to chapters 1 and 2. Thank You!
As Featherpaw walked back into the camp, some of the senior warriors were looking at her vole surprised. As soon as Featherpaw had walked away, they went over to talk to Gorsefoot about it.
"You caught a vole on your very first day? Wow," complemented Fallowpaw.
"So what did Fernshade do with you?" Featherpaw asked Fallowpaw.
"We explored the Shadowclan border with a patrol. According to Fernshade, Shadowclan attacks anyone they see along their borders these days. Then, we collected moss, and Fernshade got onto me about how not to get dirt in it," cried Fallowpaw
"That's tuff, Gorsefoot's probably gonna test my luck with prey again tomorrow, or perhaps battle skills. Either way, I think I've only convinced him I'm not a burden to the clan for today," Featherpaw complained.
"So what if you caught prey on your first day, big deal," said Harepaw sarcastically.
"Yeah, you just got lucky," jeered Bouncepaw.
Bouncepaw and Harepaw are big jerks, and they had been an apprentice for four months, so it wouldn't be long before they would become warriors. When Featherpaw and Fallowpaw were kits, Bouncepaw and Harepaw had tricked them into pouncing on the elders' tails by saying they were mice.
"Ignore them, lets just get some sleep," yawned Fallowpaw.
"I'm with you," agreed Featherpaw.
Bouncepaw and Harepaw could jeer all they wanted to now, but one day, she would be a powerful warrior, and she would show them she was stronger than them.
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