Wow. This chapter had a lot of mistakes.
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"Wake up, you lazy hazel dormouse, its' sunhigh!"
The lazy beams of light shone dimly through the entrance of the Warrior den.It wasn't enough to wake Pinktail by itself, who growled and swiped at Steamwing, upset at the loss of her beauty sleep." I hate patrol."
"You don't have to go on one. I'm here to annoy you.Wake up!sleepy warrior. Your alarm is ringing!" To prove his point, Steamwing chirped liked a bird constantly,twittering and hopping, doing a very bad impersonation of a finch.
Pinktail tensed,and suddenly rolled to her white-gloved paws. She looked at Steamwing's innocent face once and pounced,cuffing him, and they tumbled together tossing up warrior nests.Moss flew everywhere,torn up by the two young cat's gleaming,vicious white claws. It was a good thing that no-one was there,or they would also be shredded up into long strips.
"Ow!ow! it was only a joke! a joke! you do have to go on a hunting patrol!" Steamwing wailed, needing to escape his peer's scratching claws. Pinktail was renowned for her hunting, and it was a near necessity to add her to most hunting patrols according to the clan cats.Only Dovestar's pity saved her from overworking herself and bringing too much prey, which would go to rot if not eaten or preserved in snow .
Pinktail snapped at him once more, and jumped off Steamwing backwards.She bristled, and hissed at the goofy warrior,annoyed with her loss of hard- earned sleep and this dumb burr she had floored.
"You mousedungy cat," she hissed."Yoooouuu...."
She stalked off,her tail whipping and slashing.
Steamwing stared after her long, lashing tail.
"Okay," he muttered. "Be full of yourself. I don't care."
But he did.
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Deathfang was waiting for her by the entrance,impatiently thumping his tail against the dust and watching the Warrior den entrance ,disturbed by the hissing.All the other cats were here, and the cooling mists of dawn were silently floating away. Deathfang reached out to feel them once more, before the lot dissipated and the hard sunlight shone through relentlessly.It was warm newleaf, and the sun was taking it's disappearance hard.
Firefeather,Mistheart,Briarthorn and Mosspaw (Mistheart's apprentice) were already there with him. Mosspaw was playing adamantly with a black, smooth pebble,tossing and catching the rock. The daydreamy Brairthorn was staring dreamily off into the distance, purring for some reason that his brain only could understand. Firefeather was grooming himself (making a big show for Mistheart) and Mistheart was mirroring Deathfang, slapping her own tail against the dirt and sniffing the dewy air. Deathfang,waited,waited,waited,waited...
Then, by some Starclan's miracle Pinktail padded away from the stone Warrior den,her fur all amok as if a mouse made a nest, had babies, then moved out. Her expression was if she could feel them the whole time (the mice in her hair) and did not like it.
All cats, except for Mosspaw and Firefeather turned at attention. Pinktail surveyed the lot,sitting before them all general-like. Deathfang had the courage to ask what was up.
"Steamwing!" she wailed. Firefeather winced." He is an alarm-clock."
"What?" said Mosspaw,distracted." What is a ka-lock?"
"Its' a nothing." Pinktail curtly replied."Lets go."
Every cat looked at Firefeather, who was the leader of this particular hunting patrol.He didn't stop licking his already perfect fur tenderly until Mistheart impatiently cuffed him(lightly).
"What?" he snapped, jerking his head up like a startled starling.He looked at all the attention, and shrank back" wh-yes! Yes. What-what Pinktail said." He gulped nervously, and was blinking rapidly. Mistheart was emanating disapproval.
Pinktail had headed out heatedly, before he was done. She did not have the temper to listen to Firefeather's bumbling!
Deathfang wanted to question her, but her aura was currently too dangerous to be messed with,and Pinktail was draconic when a burr got up her pelt, and showed it to every cat who crossed her path in any way. The other cats filed out, with Deathfang last.
He and the others split up at the end of the ravine. Deathfang paused, and raised his head to sniff the air for Pinktail's familiar scent. She had appeared to head somewhere towards the Great Oak, which he had bad memories of. He drooped, and then gathered his composure and followed the trail carefully.
After weaving artfully through the trees,Deathfang had nearly reached the end of her trail when he spotted Pinktail with a squirrel in her mouth in the clearing at the Oak.She was staring off into the distance, immensely pre-occupied, and two mice and a sparrow were dropped in a pile beside her..
I'm a stalker he thought, but sat in the brush anyways.
"Deathfaaang?" Pinktail wailed out of the blue. She had dropped her squirrel, and had a wild, frightened look in her perfect green eyes as she swung her head around, mewling like a lost kitten. Deathfang swallowed.
"Here!" he meowed loudly, and came forward to meet her.
"Were you spying on me?" She mewed,with wide eyes.
"Yes."
"Okay.Fine. See, i'm scared."
"Why?" When Pinktail was scared, things happen."Is your..scorpion sense tingling?"
"Spidey-sense, Deathfang.No, i don't have one.But i'm scared. So follow me."
To Deathfang, it was a good excuse. " Okay! Wait up."
When they had walk a few good mouselengths around the tree, Deathfang gulped.
" I thought i had enough to do with portals for a lifetime." Pinktail shivered.
The swirling, purple vortex was flashing ominously when Pinktail walked closer, and swirled dizzily. It was situated right in the middle of a tree, and everything else was dark as midnight,even though it was high noon. The portal was the only light, throbbing and luminous. Deathfang's hackles stood on end,and he hissed.Pinktail scratched a rune into the nearest tree, and sniffed the oncoming tailwind.
To make a cheesy ending cheesier, she pulled Deathfang into the portal by tail.
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(unedited)The Six of Worlds( a mash of my fav stuff) *written when i was 9*
Fanfiction*WARNING.* I wrote this litterbag of plotholes, Mary Sues,copyright infringement crimes,unfeeling feely moments, and story harder to follow then Smurfs when i was a tender nine year old. Read at own risk! ********************************************...