Fireheart

This is the longest patrol I've ever been on. Cinderpaw was hopping around like some kind of possessed butterfly, and Fireheart's patience was long gone. He decided to try and scare the little furball.

"Cinderpaw!" He called out, "Be careful! Sometimes Twolegs walk with dogs around here." Cinderpaw didn't even hear him. With a sigh, he sniffed the air. Something smelled… familiar. And it wasn't anything to do with ThunderClan.

"Look!" exclaimed Cinderpaw, "It's a kittypet! Let's chase it out!" The cat in question was a light brown she cat. Fireheart stopped in his tracks. He knew this cat, and he couldn't let his idiot apprentice get in the way of him finding out exactly who it was. Right before Cinderpaw sprang, Fireheart promptly stomped on her tail.

"YEOW!" Cinderpaw leapt straight up in the air, and the kittypet jumped with surprise before quickly bounding towards a Twoleg nest.

"Oops." Fireheart mewed, not sorry at all.

Cinderpaw sighed moodily, "I wanted to chase her! I bet Brackenfur chased hundreds of kittypets today."

"That's great for him."

The trip back to the camp was almost as torturous as the rest of the patrol. The entire time Cinderpaw whined about the kittypet, and when they finally got back to camp, Fireheart "suggested" that she go talk to Brackenfur instead. Maybe he could finally get a bit of peace and quiet.

His muscles ached from the trip to WindClan, and he was not in the mood to interact with anycat, especially not one from this forest of imbeciles. So he felt like shredding something when he saw Graystripe beckoning to him from beside the fresh kill pile. Why me?!

"Here," mewed Graystripe as he approached, "I got you some fresh kill." Firepaw snatched the mouse from him and lay down, in a terrible mood.

"Have a good day?" he mumbled.

Graystripe, of course, was blissfully happy, "Better than yesterday! I enjoyed it! Brackenfur's a fast learner!" Lucky piece of fox dung.

"Cinderpaw's…. great… too."

Graystripe simply ignored him, "I kept forgetting that I was the mentor and not the apprentice!" Just goes to show how smart you are.

"Me too." Having finished his mouse, Fireheart excused himself and padded off towards his nest. This was just about the worst day ever.

The sun shone down on him like a great, lidless eye. Blood covered his paws. Sticky, red and everywhere. Then he gazed down at the unmoving form at his feet. His gaze met the sightless eyes of the one cat he had ever loved. Spottedleaf.

He jerked awake with a yowl, his heart pounding.

Runningwind rolled over with a groan, "Keep your stupid dreams to yourself, mousebrain."

Firepaw turned on him with a hiss of rage, his green eyes blazing with a primeval fury, "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again. Or I will kill you." For a brief moment, a whisper of fear passed through Runningwind's heart. He had never seen this side of Fireheart before. Than, the orange cat slumped back into his nest, and sank into a deep slumber.

Fireheart awoke as the rays of sun fell down upon his pelt. He stood up with a groan, pleasantly surprised to find that he did remember who that kittypet had been. It was his sister.