Warrior Cats: Billypaw's Code

Chapter 5

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WARNING: This telling has themes of violence, depression, suicidal thoughts, and ptsd. If you are sensitive to any of the above things please leave.

billypaw woke her from her sleep, her bones creaking as she stretched. She opened one eye to see flounderpaw staring at her.

"Wha-?" she mewed, "why are you waking me up?"

Flounderpaw flicked her tail, "Wolfclaw just about to wake you up anyways," she meowed.

"Here is a vole, Brakeneel he said you're allowed to eat."

Billypaw's mouth began to water, and before she realized it, she had already devoured the furry creature. She felt shame well up inside of her, she already had broken her promise to herself.

"Thank you," she mewed hoarsely, "I don't deserve it."

She got to her paws, still feeling weak. Flounderpaw's attention was elsewhere. Wolfclaw had just called them. Billypaw padded out the den behind Flounderpaw.

"We'll be heading to the training clearing," Wolf'claw swivled his head towards the camp entrance, "Sence we've been working on tree climbing, I'll teach the tree of you how to ambush from the trees."

A cat passed through the leafy camp entrance the with a ground mole in their jaws. As Billypaw passed them she wrinkled her nose in disgust. She hated the smell of groundmoles, and they tasted horrid too.

Flounderpaw had not been to training when we learned tree climbing, and she shifted uncomfortably. The calico apprentice didn't seem ready for the training. Wolfclaw turned and began to walk to the camp entrance, Rustpaw pushing Billypaw out of the way so he could go first. Wolfclaw was waiting for them at the camp entrance, and led them over roots and bends, the rest of the way to the training clearing.

Billypaw felt a dull ache in her paws. Wolfclaw noticed her discomfort and looked her in the eye, "Didn't you have sore paws yesterday?"

"Y-yes," she replied.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he mewed.

"I-I felt like I wasn't making any progress and I didn't want to bother you."

She felt shame consume her, she just wanted to hide. The training clearing soon appeared in her vision, the grassy meadow holding the memories of long gone training cats. Billypaw's paw pads have been having a rough time, they were rubbed to the point of bleeding when she climbed her first tree, and a day of moss dragging didn't help. Wolfclaw suddenly stopped.

"Okay," he meowed, "ambushing is a skill that requires patience and quietness. The ambusher's job is to sneak up on the target and flank them, giving them no place to run."

Wolfclaw swished his tail to the trees at the end of the training meadow, "Wrap your paws around the trunk as I have shown you previously. I'll face opposite of the trees. Your job is to sneak up the trees without me noticing, and jump down to swarm me."

He flicked his tail, "Begin!"

Flounderpaw padded towards the trees, and rustpaw ran up the tree next to her. Billypaw took the tree next to him, her paw pads still stung, and ached with every movement. She hoisted herself up the tree, and managed to get on a sturdy branch. She could see Rustpaw and Flounderpaw climbing to her right, Flounderpaw struggling to grip the tree correctly.