Apprentice pregnancy

Chapter 1

Petalpaw felt a paw jabbing in her side and she leapt up.

"What!" She growled.

"Shhh!" Rootpaw whipped his tail across Petalpaw's mouth. "We're going on a special mission near the GrassClan border." 

"Yeah, you better not spill the beans to anyone!" Bellapaw hissed.

Birchpaw hung back, his fur bristling anxiously. 

"Did they force you to go?" Petalpaw asked her brother sympathically.

"Yeah, I guess. But it's going to be exciting, right?" Birchpaw's eyes brightened a little. 

Petalpaw wan't convinced. "Sure." 

"Come on, you two, or Rootpaw and I will leave you behind!" Bellapaw groaned.

Petalpaw curled her lip at her sister. However annoying her littermates could be, they were still kin, and Petalpaw would stick by them.

"Hurry up!" Rootpaw snapped and crept out of the apprentice den. 

Petalpaw followed him and ducked into the dirtplace tunnel and out of the camp, Birchpaw and Bellapaw taking the rear. 

"Alright, let's race to the GrassClan border!" Rootpaw mewed.

"Okay!" Bellapaw ran past her brother.

Petalpaw raced towards her littermates, veering sharply away from bushes and trees. 

"Are we all here?" Petalpaw panted as she reached the GrassClan border. 

"Yep." Birchpaw appeared from behind a bush while Bellapaw and Rootpaw sat on the ground. 

Bellapaw bounced around. "What should we do? Should we—"

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A dark brown tom strode out. "Apprentices trespassing?"

He unsheathed his claws and lashed his tail back and forth.

Birchpaw stared wide-eyed at the tom. Bellapaw and Rootpaw exchanged a nervous glance. Petalpaw then realised they were in GrassClan's territory.

"Did you find intruders, Darkfrost?" A brown tabby tom with ginger spots appeared from behind a tree.

Oh no! It had to be Spottedstar! Petalpaw bit back an angry retort.

"Oh yes, just a couple of apprentices, recently out of the nursery." Darkfrost purred silkily.

Petalpaw saw Rootpaw bristle.

"I'll call the others. Dusktail! Mothclaw!" Spottedstar called.

Two more cats stalked out. 

"Attack!" 

Petalpaw screeched as Darkfrost leapt onto her and pinned her down to the floor. Petalpaw rolled onto her back and dug her hind legs into Darkfrost's fur, trying to thrust him off. His greater weight was squashing her down and Petalpaw saw darkness rim her vision.

"Let me go, please!" Petalpaw yowled.

She lolled her head and saw Rootpaw shielding his head with his forepaws as Dusktail rained light blows on him. Birchpaw was simply being held down loosely and Mothclaw was nipping him on the neck. Bellapaw was racing across the clearing with frightened squeals, Spottedstar gently batting at her hind legs. Petalpaw could see that the GrassClan warriors weren't hurting her littermates at all. 

Then why was Darkfrost holding her down so hard?

"What's your name, little one?" Darkfrost hissed in her ear, moving his body against hers.

"I'm Petalpaw. Please let me go!" Petalpaw squirmed underneath Darkfrost. 

"I like you, Petalpaw. So young and pretty." Darkfrost's mew was low and dangerous. 

Petalpaw felt a shiver of unpleasantness run through her as the tom's tail ran down her body. She was starting to feel a strange feeling, horrible and nasty. 

Then, Darkfrost freed her and Petalpaw scrambled to her littermates, who were also released. 

"Did you learn your lesson?" Spottedstar asked.

"Y-yes." Bellapaw stammered.

Petalpaw had never heard her sister so scared.

"We went easy on you, because of your size and age." Mothclaw added.

"Don't expect it to be that easy in a real battle though." Darkfrost growled.

Easy! That tom pinned me down so hard! Petalpaw glared at Darkfrost.

"We understand." Rootpaw bowed his head. 

"We won't cross the border again." Birchpaw hung his head.

"See that you won't." Spottedstar snarled and the patrol ran off.

Petalpaw turned to her littermates.

"Let's go." Bellapaw mewed, padding away.

"Did they hurt you?" She asked Rootpaw.

"No, the tom only caught me by the tips of his claws." Rootpaw murmured.

"Oh." Petalpaw mumbled, feeling uncomfortable and used.

Why did that tom do that to me?