If a Twoleg Became a Warrior Cat (Completed)

Chapter Twenty|~|Warrior to Twoleg

A/N:

I will possibly be writing in a different format now. I am now writing on the computer so it will be different.

Weedpaw opened her eyes and looked around her. She was in the medicine den. No one was there with her though she could hear cats outside. She wondered where Stoneclaw was now and if he was alive. If he was alive would he come back to RiverClan and if he did would Harestar let him back?

She stood up and stretched. Her pelt was still a little damp and the tip of her tail was noticeably wet. Weedpaw walked out into the clearing. Cats glared at her, whispered or flocked around her. The cats who were glaring at her were none other than Hailstorm and Pebblenose, both strong followers of Stoneclaw's crazy ideas. However the whispering cats were, Loudpaw, Rushpaw Tendertail, Archpelt, Woolpelt and Sandyroot. No doubt wondering how she could get rid of Stoneclaw and make it out alive, let alone in one piece! The cats bustling around her were Autumnstorm, Asterpelt, Stripedblaze, Smokestorm, Saffronstem, Dandelionfeather, Snaggedthistle, Fireflick and of course Pinepaw. The Elders didn't move from their dens and Harestar was nowhere to be seen.

"Pinepaw told us everything!" Smokestorm pressed towards her. "I can't believe you did it! How did you do that?"

She licked her chest, embarrassed.

"What did you do?" Snaggedthistle asked, breathing on her. She shied away.

"Fight my best," she squeezed past the two toms. Everyone followed. She made a bolt for the camp entrance and shot through. She avoided the river and went more towards the ShadowClan Border. Weedpaw skidded to a halt when she found a warm rock with the sun bathing it. It was about sun-down and she could just see the sun setting over the mountains.

She sat in silence, listening to the birds calling and the wind rustling the tree's leaves. Nothing moved and she shivered as the breeze grew stronger.

Why did I have to be the one that had Seedrush? she asked herself. Why couldn't it be Fireflick or Loudpaw?

She settled on the rock and let the wind lull her to sleep...

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Pinepaw watched his sister thunder out of camp. Smokestorm brushed his pelt against Pinepaw's and looked after Weedpaw wistfully.

"Oh well," murmured the tom.

"She'll be back."

"She answered Snaggedthistle's questions and not mine."

Pinepaw sighed. "She probably just answered the question so he wouldn't ask anymore."

Smokestorm didn't even smile at the feeble joke.

"Look, I'll try to find something else out for you."

"Thanks," Smokestorm dragged his feet towards the medicine den and Pinepaw watched the sunset over the mountains. He wondered what Weedpaw was doing at this very moment.

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Weedpaw's eyes shot open and she sat up straight. What had awoken her?

Voices slipped through the trees in the direction of the ShadowClan Border and she recognised Dogfang and Saffronpaw. Her heart leapt.

Leaping down from the rock she slunk into the trees and scampered under a bush, listening.

"This was my plan," Saffronstem was saying. "If Weedpaw is like Seedrush then she should have the power of Seedrush. Right?"

Weedpaw guessed Dogfang nodded.

"So then she could change me into a Twoleg and-"

Weedpaw gave a gasp and Saffronstem stopped talking.