Me, or Her? (A Short Story Based off of Warrior Cats)

Part 2: Strange Actions

Hello again. I have a new schedule for me, but I doubt it will work. Worth a try though! Okay, so I think on odd days I'm doing to write and type, and then on odd days I'm going to work on my drawings. Just thought I'd share that with you guys cause I have nothing else to say. So yeah CHARACTERS:

Rosebreeze - a black she-cat with silver paws and a silver tail-tip with blue-green eyes; ForestClan warrior; mate of Hawkstrike

Hawkstrike - a dark brown tom with one white paw and amber eyes; ForestClan warrior; mate of Rosebreeze

Snakewhisker - a ginger tom with a white face and amber eyes; ForestClan deputy

Cedarfrost - a white she-cat with a black underbelly and tail-tip and dark green eyes; ForestClan warrior

Badgerstripe - a black tom with a white stripe running down his spine and dark amber eyes; ForestClan warrior; Softpaw's mentor

Softpaw - a pure white she-cat with bright blue eyes; ForestClan apprentice; Badgerstripe's apprentice

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Part 2: Strange Actions

We push through the gorse bush tunnel and appear into a flat, grassy clearing. Being in front of the exit to the tunnel, straight ahead was a massive, towering oak tree that was barely touching the thorn and bramble thicket walls that enclosed the camp area on the other side of the clearing, what we ForestClan cats call the Master Tree, where the Clan leader makes announcements. Her den is beneath the trunk, the strong roots keeping the ancient dirt from falling in and collapsing into the dug out hole.

A little ways to the left of the tree is a pile of great boulders, a large gap at the bottom easily allowing cats to quickly get in and out of the smaller clearing inside, it being the medicine den.

Further left, a flat rock came out of the ground and hovered, enabling queens and their mates to enter the nursery that was a small tunnel down into the earth, and then opening up to a cozy little area, moss and soft ferns cushioning the hard dirt floor.

To the right of the camp exit, a large bush was growing. It permits the warriors to be warm in the freezing leaf-bares, and makes us fighters ready to defend our Clan if we get a surprise attack from something, and we can hurry to protect the queens and their kits.

The apprentices' den is a few fox-lengths down the vegetation barrier, it being a bush similar to the warriors' den, but much smaller. And then the elders' den was right between the apprentices' den and the Master Tree, a vast hollow dug out from under a rotten tree trunk, but keeps the old cats' bones bearable in cold weather.

Oh! How could I forget the best part? In the center of the camp, a small pond sits, with a few lily pads floating on the water's surface. It's amazing at night with the skies cleared, especially when the moon is visible.

Hawkstrike leads me around the pool and towards the Master Tree, where a bunch of warriors and apprentices were gathering to hear the daily patrols. The deputy, Snakewhisker, is shouting out orders like a chirping chickadee on fire like always, but you get used to it after a while. Cats young and old walk over to their patrol as their name is called, remembering who they are with and when they are supposed to leave. At last, Snakewhisker gets to the morning hunting patrol.

"Our fresh-kill pile is getting a little short, even though it's the middle of green-leaf," the ginger tom was stating his low voice. "We haven't had a hunting patrol go out in a while. Badgerstripe"--he snapped his head toward the black tom with a white stripe running down his spine--"take your apprentice, Softpaw, along with Hawkstrike and Rosebreeze."