Warriors Super Edition: TimberClan's Mark

Chapter 12

Menhit stood, only to be somewhat shorter than Barkppelt but no more taller than Russel and Fircone combined, his kittypet fatness possibly playing a factor in his height. "H-hi Barkpelt." He panted.
Leapordheart sighed feeling a bit bad for the kittypet. "Maybe if we just get rid of his collar...he can excise...right?" Her voice sound serious.
"Sounds like a good idea to me." Pikestalk meowed. He padded up to the gray tabby as if he offered to do the deed.
Leapordheart looked at Bravestar "It's up to you." She reminded him.
"I say give him seven sunrises. If he causes us trouble, he is to either make up for it if he can and take responsibility. If he is to not do that, we sit on him and claw him." Flintnose suggested.
"Give him seven sunrises. The usual hunting tests and scent marker tests." Bravestar meowed.
Leapordheart nodded and yawned.
"You must rest my love." The brown tabby purred affectionately.
Leapordheart purred nuzzling him licking his muzzle and nodded "Yeah." She mewed. He gently guided her to the nursery.
Following, she soon squeazed threw the nursery entrance laid on her side in her nest. He licked her ear. "May StarClan bless your dreams my love." His tone was sweet. Purring, she knew she was lucky to have such a great mate. Leapordheart purred "I love you." She meowed.
"I love you too." He meowed sweetly. She soon closed her eyes falling asleep.

Flintnose was padding around the territory with Nighttail, Echostream, Heatherfur, Crouchfoot, Feathertuft, Pearmist, who had finally gotten his warrior name and Menhit who looked to be struggling to he keeping up from his loud panting.
"Want us to slow down for you?" The white and gray tom asked in a rumble of annoyance.
"N-no! G-g-go on! I'll catch up!" The plump gray tabby panted.
"Oh no, we can stop and make nests in the open and rest while hawks look for easy prey." The temporary deputy meowed sarcastically. Pearmist looked at him. "He was only saying that we could slow down so that way he dosent have a heart attack." His tail twitched.
Flintnose frowned and sighed. "Alright I guess we can sit." He told his clanmates.
The cats stopped walking.
"The sooner Leopardheart has her kits the better we'll be once Flintnose is no longer temporary deputy.." Nighttail muttered to Pearmist.
He nodded "Yeah he's a bit to commanding..." his tone at a hushed whisper.
Heatherfur nodded her head giving it as a sign of her agreement as she groomed herself. Menhit laid down panting. Echostream saw a mouse and pounced on it. She buried her easy catch and sniffed around for good hunting.
Feathertuft laid down.
Crouchfoot sniffed the air. "ScarClan. Close." He meowed.
"We are near the border. It could just be the breeze." Feathertuft told her clanmates. Close by, Nighttail peered through the undergrowth to drink in the scent. "I smell Hummingclaw, Rapidshine, Bristletuft, Firefang, and Pebblefoot too. But it seems like they passed by here only a day ago." He observed.
"Ok but they aren't here now?" Heatherfur asked.
He stiffed. "I see them on their side of the border." The tom's voice was at a whisper. Flintnose nodded his head. "Okay." He meowed.
Menhit laid down yawning. "I might take a nap.." he meowed drowsily.
"Don't." Crouchfoot told him.
"You know, leaving my towlegs was the best decision I've made! Fresh air, cool sunshine.. I tried to outside but my twoleg always picked me up and plopped me back on her big lumpy nest. And at the end of it too." He went on. Flintnose snorted. "Stop with your worthless babbling!" He snapped, his amber eyes in slits. "Awfully bossy aren't you?" Menhit meowed as he stretched in the sunshine.
A mouse scuttled about. Feathertuft left for it. Pearmist gazed in admiration of her speed. Menhit purred "Well someone's awe struck." The gray tabby joked.
The tan and silver tom stiffened. "And?" Was he meowed.
Menhit purred "Oh nothing."
"We must be prepared for attack at any moment." Flintnose meowed. "There's no telling what a cat could do. Especially a ScarClan cat." His tone grew hard as he eyed his clanmates.
Feathertuft put the mouse down, "They're just on a border patrol." She meowed.
"She's right." Pearmist meowed.
"It dosent seem like they're going to attack." The tortoiseshell she-cat meowed.
"WolfClan and ViperClan are too wrapped up in their problems to deal with us." Heatherfur put in.
"And AshClan is too soft to even put up a fight anymore." Echostream taunted.
"AshClan is nothing but a bunch of kittypets nowadays." Flintnose rumbled.
"Well at least they have a good deputy.." Pearmist fumbled.
A bush rustled. They looked up. Flintnose whipped his head.
Menhit charged for the bush and ran in a yowl of what he called a battlecry into the undergrowth. There was an oof as a cat cried:"Get off me you fat rabbit!"