Fire and Storm | Warriors

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Note: all my "(sample)" scripts I will develop into real stories if I receive votes and comments encouraging me to do so.

In an instant Stormkit woke up. Rays of late morning light seeped into the nursery, revealing a bronze tabby tomcat leaning over her.

The hazy outline of the tomcat appeared in Stormkit's vision as she blinked. "Adderkit?"

"Willowkit! She's awake!" Adderkit yelled to a sandy coloured shecat behind him.

Willowkit leapt in front of Stormkit, squealing. "You're up!"

"Willowkit, what's going on?"

"It's apprentice naming day," Willowkit whispered giddily.

"About time you woke up," Adderkit sat down and yawned.

"Must be," Stormkit mumbled. She stretched her front legs and lazily lay down on the floor again.

"Come on, let's go before a warrior comes in and calls us," Willowkit urged. "It's almost noon, and the apprentice ceremony is about to start."

"Yeah. We really should —" Stormkit stopped and narrowed her eyes.

An impressive gold tabby haughtily strode toward them from the other side of the nursery. He held his nose high in the air, giving off an air of hostile superiority. Adderkit and Willowkit both turned at once, noticing the change in the atmosphere. Willowkit's eyes widened.

"Look what just woke up," The tabby rudely shoved Adderkit and Willowkit to the side. He peered down condescendingly at Stormkit. "The runt, isn't it?"

Adderkit growled. "Don't you dare talk to Stormkit like that."

"Oh? What are you going to do then?" Goldkit taunted. "You three don't stand a chance against me with your small baby paws."

"We're not that small!" Stormkit sat up defiantly. She glared at Goldkit, but shame was already bursting inside of her. Goldkit scoffed.

Adderkit's eyes flashed while Willowkit whimpered.

"Come on, let's leave." Stormkit motioned to her two friends.

Stormkit could sense that Adderkit's anger was not over, but she nudged him outside the nursery. Willowkit lead him ahead toward the fresh-kill pile close to the heart of the ThunderClan camp. Stormkit lagged behind, squinting in the growing morning light. In front of her, a large boulder stood tall in the middle of the clearing: the HighRock. This was where Thunderclan's leader Blazestar announced to the clan.

Stormkit took a moment to look up at it's peak in respect and admiration. She fleetingly yearned to one day become the leader standing upon it, but slapped the thought away before she could feel sorry for herself. Stormkit lowered her head forlornly. Then she snapped her head back up to glance at the Highrock once more and scampered off after her friends.

Ashkit crouched almost invisibly under a dead tree, his dark brown pelt blending in perfectly with the shadows. He watched as his sister lingered in front of the Highrock and as she ran back to Adderkit and Willowkit. Ashkit's heart throbbed and his yellow eyes flickered with envy. His eyes stinging, he sprinted away from the ThunderClan camp. Ashkit ran wildly until he had to stop to catch his breath under a tree. As soon as he stopped, images of Stormkit and her friends ran through his mind. Ashkit shuddered uncontrollably. He felt the anger build up inside of him. Ashkit'ss breath became laboured. His chest ached as he was stabbed with pangs of his own misery. Ashkit's head was overcome by waves of depression and his rage exploded. His demons taking over, Ashkit screeched in anguish. Unsheathing his claws, Ashkit scratched madly at his eyes. Images of Stormkit with the friends he didn't have played over and over, always feeling more vivid than ever before. Tormented by his own dejection and blind jealousy of Stormkit, Ashkit convulsed in pain from the suffering which he inflicted upon himself.

Blood splattered on the forest floor as Ashkit's claws tore through his skin. He writhed in agony until he collasped in depression. Ashkit's blood and tears pooled around him as he trembled, exhausted. He sobbed but his eyes were dry of tears. He tried to lift his front leg and draw his claws across his face but his energy was gone and he could move no more. Ashkit's blood dried up and his tears sank into the ground.

He seemed to lay there for an enternity until he dragged himself up with all of the force he had left. Then he ran back the way he came, his heart still aching.

"Quiet," Willowkit meowed, dropping her mouse. "I can hear something."

Stormkit, Adderkit, and Willowkit stood by the fresh kill pile near the leader's den. As Stormkit perked up her ears, she could make out Blazestar's and Breezefoot's voices discussing heatedly.

"Apprentice ... change ... Ashkit ...." Stormkit stiffened. Willowkit's eyes widened. Adderkit nodded toward the direction of the voices. The message was clear. They were going to listen in. The threesome silently slid into some bushes in front of Blazestar's den.

"As a warrior, Ashkit's hatred toward will endanger our clan, Blazestar," Breezefoot meowed. "You cannot possibly allow him to be trained."

Blazestar's pacing steps echoed faintly out of the HighRock. "What should I do, then? I must apprentice him to someone."

"There is not a warrior in ThunderClan who would be willing to mentor Ashkit..." "Unless, of course, you would yourself."

Stormkit bristled at Breezefoot's words. She wanted Blazestar to say something, but he fell silent.

"Blazestar, as the leader of ThunderClan it is your duty to decide what you will do with Ashkit. What could you do to Ashkit to so that you could possibly pacify him in some way?"

The ThunderClan leader contemplated Breezefoot's words for a moment.

"Then the decision is made, Breezefoot," He declared. "Ashkit will be apprenticed to ThunderClan's medicine cat Robinhop."

Stormkit gasped in shock.

"I'll start the apprentice ceremony now." Blazestar told Breezefoot. "I'll see you outside."

Adderkit tensed. "We have to go. Now."

The three kits burst out of the bush just as Blazestar exited his den and leapt up on the HighRock.

"May all cats old enough to catch their own prey gather here below the HighRock for a clan meeting!"

The apprentice ceremony had begun.