Warriors #2 - Attack of the Clones

Falling for you

"I don't know." Heathersun shook her head, tail flicking on the sweet grassy meadows.

"Sure you do, you just don't want to tell me." Skypaw grinned.

"So what, Sky?"

"You gonna use one of your mind tricks on me?" Heathersun purred, a playful gleam in her gaze.

"Nah, they only work on the weak-minded." the Padawan laughed softly.

"All right." she patted a buttercup with a paw.

"I was four moons old, young and crazy."

"I think I might have caused a lot of trouble back then, but that time was probably the worst." Heathersun's eyes narrowed mischievously.

"So, think you're a better troublemaker than me?" Skypaw tried to make a straight face, but he was smiling.

"Cloudstar, well, she was Cloudkit back then, and I painted all the teachers' faces with bright colors in the middle of the night!"

"It was mayhem, and the paint didn't wash off for a week, so we had to take classes with a pink-faced cat with green dots."

"Woah. That rules out my habit of blowing up things!" Skypaw mewed, impressed.

"You just gave me a new idea to try on Hazeldusk."

"I wonder if he'd like green with purple stripes."

"Oh my Force, Skypaw, leave the poor cat alone!" Heathersun tried to sound stern but failed to hide her laughter.

"Well, my days as a troublemaker were over when Owlstar educated us to be worthy cats to serve our clan." she continued, still laughing.

"And I thought your mother was cool." Skypaw's smile faded.

"You really don't like politicians, do you?" Heathersun frowned.

"I like two or three." Skypaw retorted.

"But I'm not really sure about one of them."

"I don't think the system works." he mewed, making a flower dance in the air.

"How would you have it work?" Heathersun asked, curious about what his response would be.

"We need a system where the politicians sit down and discuss the problem, agree what's in the best interest of all the cats, and then do it." Skypaw glanced at her.

"That's exactly what we do." she meowed, puzzled.

"The trouble is that cats don't always agree."

"Well, then they should be made to." Skypaw sprang up and pounced on a butterfly.

"By whom?" Heathersun tilted her head.

"Who's gonna make them?"

"I don't know. Someone." Skypaw pranced back to her, his pelt covered with pollen and flowers.

"You?"

"Of course not me. But someone."

"Someone wise."

"Huh, sounds like an awful lot like a dictatorship to me." Heathersun mewed, whiskers twitching.

"Well, if it works." Skypaw raised his eyebrows, then a broad grin appeared on his muzzle.

"You're making fun of me." Heathersun grinned, shoving him playfully.

"No."

"I'd be much too frightened to tease a Senator." Skypaw leaped up, a challenging yet friendly gleam in his eyes. "Wanna race?"