Bluepaw stretched. She licked some of her claws when she stopped. She was glad that Snowpaw was here! But the other two...
No. Bluepaw shook her head and glared at Gingerstar. The ginger tom had an apple in his paws. I have to be loyal to my Clan and to StreamClan.
"Bluepaw!" When the gray apprentice looked forward, Snowpaw was bounding to her with the two warriors she went to hunt with. She had a minnow in her jaws. "I got something for you!"
Snowpaw dropped it. Bluepaw pawed at it. The fish was slimy. "Why does it feel like that?" She asked her.
"Those are the scales," Snowpaw meowed. "Woodclaw told me that they protect the fish from deadly predators, like us!" The white apprentice took a small bite of the minnow. She spat the scales out. "This minnow's scales taste really foul."
Bluepaw licked up a scale. It tasted like crow-food! She threw up and the scale only came out.
"You okay?" Woodclaw stood beside Snowpaw. "Oh, jeez..." He pawed at the minnow. "Snowpaw, you caught the wrong fish. Remember the deadly minnow I told you about?"
"The Scaley Minnow?" Snowpaw asked.
Woodclaw nodded. "That was the type of fish you caught today. We must get this out of the forest."
Bluepaw watched Snowpaw grab the fish in her jaws and the two cats walk out of the camp, tails lashing.
"Bluepaw!" Gingerstar called from the trees.
The gray apprentice trotted over to him. "What is it, Gingerstar?"
Gingerstar licked his paw. "Can you clean the dirt place please?"
"What!?" Bluepaw hissed. "No!"
"Fine," Gingerstar meowed.
"Hey, Gingerstar!" Treepaw came trotting over to the two cats. "The dirt place is full. Can somebody clean it?"
Gingerstar put his eyes on Bluepaw. The gray apprentice growled through gritted teeth. "Which part needs cleaning?" She asked Treepaw.
The brown tom curled his tail. "The main dirt place clearing, which is for the leader, deputy, the warriors and the apprentices."
Bluepaw licked her back leg, sitting in a weird position. "Right. Treepaw, can you help me?"
"Fineeeeee." Treepaw nudged Bluepaw up to her paws. "Forget grooming. We must finish the job!"
The two apprentices headed for the medicine cats. When they got to the Apple Tree, the medicine cats were sorting herbs in the branches of the tree. Herb noticed Treepaw and Bluepaw. "Welcome!" She meowed.
Bluepaw flicked her tail. "We need some moss for the dirt place."
"Ah! Dirt place cleaning!" Herb sniffed the air, grabbed two moss balls and pushed them toward the apprentices. "Tell you what. The warriors are the angriest when the dirt place is full. Especially when it stinks!"
"Right." Bluepaw grabbed her moss. "Treepaw, come on. We have to get this finished!"
Once the two apprentices got done cleaning the dirt place, they walked slowly to their make-shift den and lay down in it. Bluepaw thought her paws were going to fall off!
"Sister," Treepaw whispered to Bluepaw. "I'm not tired right now. Do you want to hunt?"
Bluepaw got up and stretched. "I'm up for it. We should get going."
The two apprentices walked out of the den. Bluepaw yawned. She smelt the air. Tigerspot's scent was stale. Bluepaw twitched the tip of her tail. "Tigerspot went out a long time ago," she mewed to Treepaw. "He might still be lurking around."
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The Forgotten Prophecy: 1/Fury (Warriors Fanfic)
Fanfiction"Okay, Silver," Beestar meowed to the silver tabby she-cat. "You need to hunt. Go!" Silver opened her mouth, but she ran through the snow. Beestar and Gorsestar jumped onto the pile of sticks. Sharpleaf padded into the All Cats den. Cats were sharin...
