Duckpool lay down on the mossy earth, cool and comforting. It sank beneath her like it was a thin covering over water, but it wasn't muddy. Duckpool closed her eyes and breathed in a deep breath, letting the peace of the pond fill her like a ditch in rain. Duckpool was lying at the edge of a pond, her head poking through the reeds which clustered around it's edges. She, Herontail and Pikefin always came here when they felt stressed, or just wanted some quiet.
The dragonflies zipped over her head, and the frogs croaked a choir, hidden from view. Duckpool gazed out at the lilypads, their flowers pale as moonlight. She watched a frog clamber onto one of the lilypads and start croaking wildly as it dipped beneath his weight and he fell back into the water. The pond was on the edge of Riverclan territory and not many cats knew about it. Duckpool and her friends only ever hunted here when there wasn't enough fish in the river to go around. Duckpool stared down into the water, watching as the fish swished and darted through the water. She closed her eyes and listened as a thrush started to sing. Breathing slower and slower, she slowly slipped into sleep.
" Duckpool." She blinked her eyes open. A starry cat sat in front of her.
"We need to talk."
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Warriors : Chosen
FanfictionAll Duckpool ever wanted to be was an ordinary warrior. Not leader, not deputy, not the greatest and most admired...not chosen.
