I have joined a tennis camp, and it is awesome. But sadly, it's soooo hot. But luckily, I'm one of the best players :D But sadly, the coaches still point out everything wrong I do all the time.
"Don't drink your water like that!" One would tell me, when I pour water on myself when I'm hot.
"I'm not drinking, I'm wetting myself." I respond.
"WELL GET TO THE BATHROOM THEN!" She would grab my hand and start running with me to the restroom. I stop her, and facepalm.
"I meant, I was getting myself wet," I say in annoyance.
She walks away and doesn't talk to me for the rest of the day.
Well that is just my stupid story; here is the main story :)
Sparrowsong lay underneath a tree, sick with boredom. The days were getting warmer and warmer, and the clan knew Greenleaf would soon arrive. Prey was becoming so plentiful, that patrols didn't need go out more than twice a day, and the clan still ended up with enough prey to fill every cat's bellies.
Sparrowsong wasn't assigned to any patrols that day, but her friends and littermates were. She thought it had something to do with Oceanfall's little crush on Pricklestar. She never said it directly, but she acted more awkward around him, when she was usually her calm-natured self.
The sun had fully risen in the cloudless sky, promising good weather for the rest of the day. Pricklestar was in his den, exchanging words with Heatherstone. Her kits were about ready to become apprenticed, and the two kits were eagerly running around outside their den.
Heatherstone padded out from under the rock, and ran over to scold her kits for the rough play. "You got your lovely pelts dirty, and now I have to clean them again!" She exclaimed. Smudgekit rolled off of his sister and shook dust clouds from his pelt. Sandkit coughed and shoved her brother in return. "Now stop it," Heatherstone mewed crossly, beginning to groom at Sandkit's pelt.
Sparrowsong turned her attention to the patrol coming in. Thrushpelt led Airwing, Rileyheart, and Honeypaw in from the forest. They were holding a piece of prey each. Rileyheart was smiling at Honeypaw, who was joyfully grinning back. I think some certain cats will be mates someday, Sparrowsong thought to herself.
Pricklestar jumped up on the highrock and called out a clan meeting. Several cats gathered below including Oak, who she hadn't seen all day. Where was he, anyway? She wondered.
"We have new warriors today," Pricklestar said proudly. He beckoned Shimmerpaw, Honeypaw, and Firepaw up with him. "Shimmerpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and defend your clan as a warrior, even at the cost of your life?" He questioned, as tradition. "I do," Shimmerpaw meowed proudly. "Then from this day forward, Shimmerpaw, you will be known as Shimmerfur. We trust you will be a great warrior to our clan.
Shimmerfur took a step back, and Honeypaw stepped up. Pricklestar turned to the pale apprentice. "Do you, Honeypaw, promise to follow the warrior code, and fight for clan at all costs?"
"I do," Honeypaw replied timidly. Pricklestar dipped his head, "Then from this day forward, you will be known as Honeybrair. We honor your sympathy and kindness, and trust you will do well for the clan."
Firepaw stepped up next. He said his vows and was wiggling with excitement on the highrock. "You will be known as Fireblaze. Thunderclan honors your skillful ways and believes you will be a powerful new warrior."
The chants began, "Shimmerfur, Honeybrair, Fireblaze!" They called out. Sparrowsong relished the togetherness of the clan as new warriors were named. It always brought happiness around.
"We also have some new apprentices," He added. The kits stumbled onto the rock clumsily, and Heatherstone shook her head with annoyance at her kits. "Smudgekit, from this day forward you will be known as Smudgepaw. Your mentor will be Lilyfeather, whom I trust will train you well." The little brown tom padded up and tapped his nose to his mentor's.
"Sandkit, until you have earned your warrior name, you will be known as Sandpaw. Your mentor will be Sparrowsong, who will pass down her wisdom to you."
Sparrowsong widened her eyes; I'm a mentor, how wonderful. Sandpaw bounced up to her, and they nuzzled noses. "Few more announcements," Pricklestar continued, "Leafmist is now pregnant with kits, and Thrushpelt is becoming an elder,"
Leafmist smiled and shuffled her paws, and Thrushpelt nodded her head. It was true that Thrushpelt was the oldest cat in the clan, besides Shiverbody, but she didn't think Thrushpelt would retire. "Oh Leafmist," She heard someone mew, "Who's the father?"
"Fuzzwhisker is," She responded, "He is so proud about being a father, I can just tell by the look in his eyes!"
Sparrowsong turned away from the chattering and went to her new apprentice. "Sandpaw," She beckoned, and the new apprentice ran up to her. "What; are we training now or something?" She asked.
"No, we are going to have a tour around the territory before it gets dark." She answered back.
"Outside of the camp?" Sandpaw squeaked excitedly. Sparrowsong nodded, remembering how she felt the first time she explored the territory. But I was never stuck in the camp like a regular kit, she thought regretfully. "Go and tell Lilyfeather and Smudgepaw to go with us," She told her apprentice. Sandpaw dipped her head and ran off. A moment later she saw Lilyfeather padding up with the two apprentices.
"So we are taking them out, are we?" She twitched her whiskers. Sparrowsong let her tail flick calmly, "Yep, just like we were taken out as well," She replied.
They started by going to the great sycamore, one of the biggest trees in the forest. "Whoa, that's big," Smudgepaw commented as he looked at the tall tree. "Yes it is," Lilyfeather said, "Now let's move on to the next place,"
They took a short walk, and arrived near stones rocks. "This is Snakerocks," Sparrowsong meowed, "Snakes and adders slither about here, and so you should be very careful if you ever come near here. When I last came, we were almost bit by an adder"
The apprentices' eyes were wide with wonder, "Was it big?" Sandpaw asked.
"Big enough," Sparrowsong replied.
"Was it fierce and ugly?" Smudgepaw gasped.
"Enough questions, all of that happened a long while ago, and it does not affect us now," Sparrowsong silenced.
The cats padded onward through the forest, until the trees grew taller and fragrant. The fence to the twolegplace was lingering in the distance, holding the twolegs away from the forest. "This is tallpines," Lilyfeather informed, "It is near the twolegplace, where you must never go."
"I've never seen a twoleg before," Smudgepaw mewed. "Me neither," Sandpaw added.
Lilyfeather began pelting away with a flick of her tail to get the others to follow. The next walk took a while, and by the time they were there the sun was about to begin setting. "This is the sunningrocks," Lilyfeather tilted her head toward the flat rocks, "They currently are part of Riverclan's territory, those land stealers keep trying to have our rightful territory as their own. But we will earn it back someday."
"We should fight for it! We can definitely beat those filthy fish-breaths!" Sandpaw growled.
"Someday, little one," Sparrowsong meowed. Which can't be too soon.
"There is one more place to go," Lilyfeather meowed, "Follow me," And with that, Lilyfeather was already walking away, and Sparrowsong ran up to join her. The apprentices followed more slowly. When they finally reached the sand, the apprentices both fell to the ground with exhaust. Sparrowsong shut her eyes and smiled, "Stand up you both, the tour will be over soon. This is the sandy hollow, where battle training takes place; we will come here often."
"Yes, since it hurts much less to fall on sand rather than stone and hard ground," Lilyfeather put in, "Now let's just head back to camp,"
Sandpaw let out a sigh of relief, and got to her paws. She helped her brother up to his paws and well, and they began to move slowly toward the camp. The warriors caught up easily, and slowed their pace to match the small apprentices. When they got into the camp, Sandpaw and Smudgepaw dragged themselves to the apprentice den, and Lilyfeather went to Heatherstorm.
Sparrowsong went back to her own den, and settled in her nest. I feel as if my life is starting to unroll itself further now, both good and bad await me.
She shut her eyes and fell into a light sleep. Things were beginning to turn out even better than they were before.
Hello! This took me a bit of time to write out, but I'm done now. In case anyone was wondering, many of the events that I put into my stories have happened to me before, like a crush crushing on another, and an annoying brother like Heatherstorm, and going to new "worlds", which in my case is moving constantly. Lilyfeather is meant to start being Sparrowsong's best friend, but I guess I'd have to make that more clear.
OC requests are now closed, any sent in after this point will not be used. If I do not use your character in my story, it would only be because the name was either too unrealistic to use, or I had another character already set out with the name. Thanks for all the amazing characters!
~Lisa