Warriors: What Is There To Do?

Chapter 13- Moonpaw is Picky

Splitpaw woke to cold wind and shivers. Her skin felt like she had rolled in a puddle; after she was fully awake and remembered what happened last night, she remembered why. Moonpaw, angry about her hunting without him when partnership told them to do just that, accused her of still being Riverclan; all of the memories of her abuse and mistreatment has risen to the surface from where she had buried it, and she had ran away in a flurry of spitting anger and sobs, only to be caught, lost, in the middle of a lightning storm. She had always hated lightning.

The said mouse-brained tom was sleeping beside her, his eyes closed and forehead furrowed. He was curled up in a ball, tail twitching gently just above his nose. His fur was groomed and shining, and Splitpaw was horrified at the state of hers. Apparently Moonpaw had only groomed her until she fell asleep. It was ruffled, patches showing how it was still damp from last night's rain.

Taking a step outside from their tiny little den, Splitpaw surveyed her surroundings, taking a deep breath as life started to stir again from the flooding of water that the forest seemed to have received. Puddles reflected a dreary grey sky, usually fluffy clouds grey and heavy-looking. The very air seemed to be filled with water, the chill turning it painful as it went down her throat. Fog blurred the trees a few tail-lengths away, even though the sun was probably shining brightly overhead.

Noticing that if they wanted to get to the Moonstone by the full moon tonight they would have to get moving soon, Splitpaw turned back around from her still position and went to wake up the grey mass of fur who was Moonpaw.

Splitpaw had very briefly considered getting revenge for what he had said to her last night, but she remembered how he had admitted how he was wrong and he was sorry; she had to give him some credit... she didn't know any other tom that would've done that.

"Wake up, Moonpaw; if you want any food, you have to go hunting with me."

"Unngh..." he moaned, rolling over and heaving himself up onto wobbly paws.

"Whatter weh huntenh...?" he mumbled. Splitpaw held back a smirk.

"Anything we can. I'm not picky."

"But I am," he protested. Splitpaw gave him a look.

"What! I am!"

"You get what you get."

"Yes, and what I will get is what I want. And today I want squirrel."

"Yes, Moonstar, right away. And what are you going to do if we catch a mouse instead?"

"Then we go and catch a squirrel," he huffed as she gave him another look and paused to take in all of the prey scents, his eyes glistening as he picked up a scent that she couldn't recognize.

"Actually, I'm more in the mood for rabbit, and there's one straight ahead! Here; you go around that tree... there, and make some noise. It should come straight towards me because the marsh is to the other side, and to the other is where you will be. It's easy!"

Splitpaw nodded, not even knowing what a rabbit looked like, and padded over to where Moonpaw had directed her to go on silent paws. Upon reaching her position, she caught her Partner's nod, and she kicked a pebble that was right next to her. A small white body suddenly shot forward, straight towards the silver tom lying in wait, and was caught with the barest edge of his claws.

"Woo hoo! That was so close! Come on, Splitpaw, take a bite of rabbit! It's delicious!"

Bounding over, Moonpaw's happiness and smiles were infectious. She smiled as he let her take the first bite. She found it similar to squirrel, but it tasted... wild. Splitpaw grinned widely, knowing she probably looked crazy with the blood dripping from her chin.

After they were done with the rabbit, they buried the remains that they both couldn't finish and started walking towards the huge mountain. They had only been walking long enough for their stomachs to no longer feel stretched to the limit when they were greeted with a sour smell of an unknown place and cats.

"Is that the Twoleg place...?"

"If it is, the warrior that has been watching over us is gone now,"

"So be it. Let's go, my paws are getting sore."