Warriors: SuperClan

Chapter 19

A crisp leafbare morning hung high above the camp of SuperClan, the gentle serenading of a nearby sparrow filling the air with a chilling harmony. Leaves crackled at the twinge of frost, cascading slowly towards the ground to create a blanket of warm colours against the harshly coloured grass. The camp was quiet as the weak sun began to rise, most still using their powers for the greater good in their dreams, except for Oaktail, who was destroying a kittypet village in his wildest fantasies. A puff came from the elders den, one of shattered breath at first glance, but as Goldpaw neared the dwelling, he saw it was coming from the stoned elder known as Hippie.

"Uh, Hippie, you there?" Goldpaw asked, disturbed.

Hippie took another puff from the drug induced cigarette he held. "Aw yeah, I'm flyin' highhhhhhhhh... on the clouuuuuuuuuuuuds."

She coughed awkwardly. "Uh, I'm getting complaints from Hotpaw that you're passing the blunt too early in the morning, you keep setting off his dragon mechanism and it's honestly distracting."

A large roar followed by the violent flapping of wings commenced from the apprentices den, and a symphony of moaning ensued. Goldpaw rolled her eyes, looking back to the stoned cat.

"I'm always high dude, just never before like thiiiiiiiiiiiiis," he slurred.

She grunted, turning to the second elder. "Milk, how distracting do you find him?"

She shrugged. "I'm just waitin' for some kits so I can use my powers for the greater good!"

Goldpaw narrowed her eyes. "You're one hundred and twenty seven moons old."

"Oh," she resigned lowly.

Hippe puffed again, breathing heavily. "Can't you just tell that Hotpaw to mind his own business? Get out my den."

She groaned, turning tail and sauntering out of the elders den, huffing and puffing... and choking. She bumped into Silversoar, his feathered wings ruffling against her nose and causing her to sneeze.

"You look ill, maybe you should go and see Herbfeather," he suggested.

She shook her head. "No, just been in the presence of Bluntface over there."

He sighed, glancing towards the elders den. "We should get rid of him."

He thought for a moment. "I thought I heard him say he thought he was up on the clouds?"

Goldpaw nodded. "Why, do you think we should put him there?"

Silversoar glanced her and look, and Goldpaw yipped for joy. Bouncing over to the fresh-kill pile, she selected a mouse that Emberstream had successfully fired bluely to death. Then, she inserted two leaves of catmint, the highlight of cat highs. She stepped into his den, greeting him happily.

"Thought I told you to get out!" he slurred again.

"Just brought you some mouse Hippie, it'll send you way up high... LITERALLY."

Hippie devoured the mouse, his head beginning to lol from side to side. He staggered to his paws, eyes red and rolling back at the high he felt.

"Woah, this is insane."

Silversoar leaped onto him, spreading his feathered wings and taking off for the sky. The clouds raced past them, pushing through Hippie effortlessly, before turning black and dying. The sturdiest looking cloud approached them, and Silversoar dumped the high elder onto it and sped back to the ground, cackling. He greeted Goldpaw, rejoicing at the departure of the SuperClan burden.

"Burn the blunts, Goldpaw! Burn the blunts!" he chanted, overjoyed.

"Never again will I be smacked in the face by dragon Hotpaw!" she cried.

"Not so fast!"

Silversoar glanced upwards, and to his dismay, Superstar glided down from the clouds with Hippie on his back, both high off of their minds. He shook his head as his leader began towards him.

"Seriously?"

"Dude, you ain't ever gettin' rid of this dude, my dude. He's raaaaaaaaaaaaad."

And that was the day Silversoar and Goldpaw lost faith in SuperClan.

The End

~Written by a probably high Hazel. I like Hippie~