What if I DID own Warriors? This would happen in the 1st series…
Chapter 9 – Fourtrees
The moon shone its light down on the SkyClan camp four days later, illuminating a small, flame-coloured shape as the apprentice slipped through the gorse barrier, remembering to duck under the half-finished hanging thorn defences.
Firepaw kept wondering to himself – why did Sandpaw want to meet him? What had she whispered in the battle four days ago? Why had she snapped at Spottedleaf, when the medicine cat was being friendly?
Fireaw sighed as he padded through the trees. She-cats, he thought irritably, they're so weird. Especially Icepaw.
But then Icepaw was Icepaw. No-one could change that.
As Firepaw thought that, he smiled to himself. Icepaw would never stop arguing with him.
The SkyClan cats always went down the ThunderClan border to get to Fourtrees, and Firepaw did just that, trotting neatly in the scent marks.
Fourtrees looked… bare, without its usual cluster of cats at the Gatherings. The hollow looked much bigger than usual, and Firepaw couldn't see Sandpaw.
He padded down the slope until he was directly underneath the Great Rock.
She hadn't come? Firepaw sighed sadly.
"Firepaw!"
He lookd around to see her bounding over.
"I thought you wouldn't come!" she mewed.
"I did," Firepaw meowed.
"Yes," Sandpw was looking at him. Firepaw's fur burned hot.
"So, why did you want to meet me?" he asked.
Sandpaw looked puzzled. "I thought you knew."
"No. You didn't tell me," he reminded her.
Sandpaw was staring at him as if she wanted to say something. She half-opened her mouth, then closed it again.
"What did you whisper to me at the battle?" Firepaw asked, changing the subject.
"You didn't hear?" Sandpaw looked relieved he'd changed the subject, too. "Okay, I'll whisper it again."
She leant forwards, and their pelts brushed accidentally. Firepaw suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and half-hoped she would move away straight away.
Sandpaw whispered into Firepaw's ear…
"Firepaw."
Firepaw looked up sleepily.
The sky was lightening: it was a blue colour, although still dark.
"We fell asleep," Sandpaw meowed.
Firepaw stood up and shook his flame-coloured pelt. "Oh. So we have to go."
Sandpaw nodded.
She brushed her muzzle against Firepaw's. "Will we meet again?" she asked.
"Yes!" Firepaw's eyes brightened. "Tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Sure," Sandpaw meowed.
They bounded up to the top of the hollow together.
Firepaw glanced across at the border, where he was going to walk.
"Goodbye, Firepaw," Sandpaw mewed, and touched noses with him, before bounding away.
Firepaw blinked, stunned for a few heartbeats.
Then he bounded along the border.
Sorry for the shorter chapter.
What did Sandpaw whisper?
Can you guess?