Stories I never fukin finished

Chaptuh one

''All those who are old enough to rest in the trees of the savannah, stand before the scraggly stump for a clan meeting.'' Rookstar called for his clan. Swiftkit, elders, apprentices, and warriors stopped what they were doing, padding towards the stump of what used to be a great tree. WoodClan's leader was an impressive tom, tall and firm. His eyes gazed down at his clan, then to Leechstorm, his deputy. His neice. He had none of his own children, and after Leechpaw appeared on the territory, he took Leechkit as his own. He grinned at the molly before gazing back at the clan. ''Swiftkit. You have reached the age of six moons and it is time for you to be apprenticed. From this day, until you receive your warrior name, you will be known as Swiftpaw.'' He began with a proud grin. ''Your mentor will be Leechstorm. I hope my deputy will pass down all she knows to you.'' He grinned at the two. Turning toward Leechstorm, he spoke with a slight nod. ''Leechstorm, I feel that you are ready to take on another apprentice. You have received excellent training from Plumtail, and you have shown yourself to be smart and strong. You will be the mentor of Swiftpaw, and I expect you to pass on all you know to him.'' Rookstar grinned. Leechstorm was proud, looking at the small tabby tom who puffed out his chest in front of her. She chuckled, placing a paw on his shoulder before dipping her head to touch noses with the young tom who grinned proudly.

''Swiftpaw! Swiftpaw! Swiftpaw!'' The clan chanted happily, staring at the pair who sat at the bed of the scraggly stump.

''Clan dismissed.'' Rookstar purred proudly. As everyone slowly dispersed, Swiftpaw began bouncing around Leechstorm, excited and loud. The molly chuckled, laying down and watching him excitedly speak.

''I'm the deputy's apprentice! Yes! Yes! Yes! What are we gonna do today? Battle train? Hunt? Oh, ooh, can we go fight SandClan?'' Swiftpaw squeaked loudly, pressing his small paws into the deputy's chest. ''Can we learn WoodClan's special codes? I wanna know! Pleeeease, Leechstorm? PLEEASE? Pretty please with a fat mouse on top?'' The new apprentice begged. Leechstorm let out an amused mrowl, flicking her tail and pulling the apprentice closer to her.

''How about- we just relax today? I can promise you, we have six moons till you become an apprentice, we certainly won't be learning that till a bit later.'' She chuckled. The molly scratched her ear and licked Swiftpaw's forehead. He was stunned. ''If we know each other a bit better, it'll be easier to train, don't you think? A day of becoming better friends.'' Leechstorm purred gladly, sitting up and leading the small tabby tom toward the prey pile. ''I'm interesting, don't you think?'' She giggled. Swiftpaw padded alongside her, grabbing a bird that was almost the size of him. He looked amazed. He nodded to his mentor, before speaking.

''Woah! Are we gonna catch birds this big? Can we catch vultures!?'' He gasped.

''Oh- no, no. Definitely not. A vulture can break and eat bones with their beaks and talons. We don't risk that, especially not with tiny ones such as you.'' Her tone turned from stern to a slight tease.

''I'm not tiny!'' Swiftpaw hissed embarrasedly, arching his back. Leechstorm gave a cackle, performing a fake lunge and causing her apprentice to topple over, startled. He let out a whine. ''Hey! You can't do that!'' He frowned. Leechstorm let out a chuckle, patting the tom's shoulder to comfort him, then she gazed at him.

''Oh, I can see my younger self in your eyes. Ambitious and too proud. You'll make a wonderful warrior.'' Leechstorm smiled calmly. She gazed at the trees that were perfectly covering camp from her point of view. ''It's sundown. Have you any questions before I go to sleep?'' she asked quietly. Swiftpaw had only been with her for a short while, but he already sounded like he could've been her son.

Swiftpaw smacked his lips as he ate his bird. ''Can we go look around the territory tomorrow, pleeease?'' The tom begged with a toothy grin. Leechstorm let out a curt giggle.