Luckily I've already written this down on paper, so I don't have to get any ideas. Was the last drabble a weird drabble? I hope so!
Disclaimer: I do not own Warriors.
Dovewing
Dovewing was happy that Poppyfrost wasn't her rival anymore.
"Chalet, Vignette, Sonnet," called a cat. Dovewing felt a wave of relief wash over her. The kittypet, Brunette, had made it through the night.
Three of Brunette's kits had been killed. Their names were Sachet, Couplet and Beret. Her other three kits, Chalet, Vignette and Sonnet hadn't made it through the night. She was grief-stricken.
Dovewing cast a sideways glance at Weedpelt, who since he had become a warrior that day, had acted like he was the deputy.
"Come on, Larktail and Mumblewhisker. Dapplesong and Stonefoot are already gone," snapped Weedpelt. "The banquet will already start!"
Dovewing snorted. Who will be doing ballet? She asked in her mind. Her bracelet had been broken.
"Casette in the water faucet!" chanted Thrushkit.
"A gourmet mouse!" chirped Nectarkit.
Nectarkit can be silly sometimes, thought Dovewing.
"A barrette is a piece of fur!" chirruped Patchedkit.
"And raising the goblet to his lips," chittered Rosekit.
"The bouquet of flowers was lovely," chorused Lichenkit and sighed.
"Oooh, I'd love to play croquet," chanted Sparrowkit.
"Am I a prophet?" asked Molekit.
"I am as soft as velvet!" interrupted Dawnpaw vainly.
"I want a cigarette!" complained Ravenpaw.
"I want to eat off the buffet," groaned Snowpaw.
"I am a silhouette against the moonlight and shadows," announced Moonpaw dramatically.
Dovewing couldn't help purring. "You are silly," she said.
Then she purred and purred and couldn't stop.
A/N
That was my shortest one yet.