I am starting Highschool day after tomorrow.
Starclan, halp me… (You know you are crazed with Warriors when you pray to Starclan)
Anyways, Enjoy the storeh!
Splitpaw woke to cold wind and shivers. Her skin felt like she had rolled in a puddle; after she was fully awake and remembered what happened last night, she remembered why. Moonpaw, angry about her hunting without him when Partnership told them to do just that, accused her of still being Riverclan; all of the memories of her abuse and mistreatment has risen to the surface from where she had buried it, and she had ran away in a flurry of spitting anger and sobs, only to be caught, lost, in the middle of a Lightning storm. She had always hated lightening.
Said mouse-brain tom was sleeping beside her, his eyes closed and forehead furrowed. He was curled up in a ball, tail twitching gently just above his nose. His fur was groomed and shining, and Splitpaw was horrified at the state of hers. Apparently Moonpaw had only groomed her until she fell asleep. It was ruffled, patches showing how it was still damp from last night's rain.
Taking a step outside from their tiny little den, Splitpaw survived her surroundings, taking a deep breath as life started to stir again from the flooding of water that the forest seemed to have received. Puddles reflected a dreary grey sky, usually fluffy clouds grey and heavy-looking. The very air seemed to be filled with water, chill turning it painful as it went down her throat. Fog blurred the trees a few tail-lengths away, even though the sun was probably shining brightly overhead.
Noticing that if they wanted to get to the Moonstone by the full moon tonight they would have to get moving soon, Splitpaw turned back around from her still position and went to wake up the grey mass of fur that was Moonpaw.
Splitpaw had very briefly considered getting revenge for what he had said to her last night, but she remembered how he had admitted how he was wrong and he was sorry; she had to give him some credit… she didn't know any other tom that would've done that.
"Wake up, Moonpaw; if you want any food, you have to go hunting with me."
"Unngh…" he moaned, rolling over and heaving himself up onto wobbly paws.
"Whatter weh huntenh…?" he mumbled. Splitpaw held back a smirk.
"Anything we can. I'm not picky."
"But I am," he protested. Splitpaw gave him a look.
"What! I am!"
"You get what you get,"
"Yes, and what I will get is what I want. And today I want Squirrel."
"Yes, Moonstar, right away. And what are you going to do if we catch a mouse instead?"
"Then we go and catch a squirrel," he huffed as she gave him another look and paused to take in all of the prey scents, his eyes glistening as he picked up a scent that she couldn't recognize.
"Actually, I'm more in the mood for rabbit, and there's one straight ahead! Here; you go around that tree… there, and make some noise. It should come straight towards me because the marsh is to the other side, and to the other is where you will be. It's easy!"
Splitpaw nodded, not even knowing what a rabbit looked like, and padded over to where Moonpaw had directed her to go on silent paws. Upon reaching her place, she caught her Partner's nod, and she kicked a pebble that was right next to her. A small white body suddenly shot forward, straight towards the silver tom lying in wait, and was caught with the barest edge of his claws.
"Woo hoo! That was so close! Come on, Splitpaw, take a bite of rabbit! It's delicious!"
Bounding over, Moonpaw's happiness and smiles were infectious. She smiled as he let her take the first bite. She found it similar to squirrel, but it tasted… wild. Splitpaw grinned widely, knowing she probably looked crazy with the blood from the still-warm body on her chin and teeth.
After they were done with the rabbit, they buried the remains that they both couldn't finish and started walking towards the huge mountain. They had only been walking long enough for their stomachs to not feel stretched to the limit when they were greeted with a sour smell of unknown places and cats.
"Is that the Twoleg place…?"
"If it is, the warrior that has been watching over us is gone now,"
"So be it. Lets go, my paws are getting sore."
Sorry this chapter was so short :( im having a bit of writer's block, but I know you guys wanted to read something instead of waiting another day :/
SONGS YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO! : "The Game Of Life, (Eng cover) by jubyphonic", "Remote Control, (eng cover) also Jubyphonic, and "Witch Hunt, (eng cover) by… JUBYPHONIC! She is such a great singer! All of the songs make me smile… and if you like the vids, listen to another one of her songs, (its really creepy) called Hide and seek…
So yeah
QUESTION OF THE DAY: your OC is from (blank) and would be the least willing to eat (Blank)
Ex: Wildfire is From Riverclan and would the the least willing to eat Shadowclan's carrion. XD
I look forward to some funny answers
Till next time,
EmberFall