(ON HOLD) Warriors: Whisperflight's Faith

Chapter Two: Territory Encounter

(This chapter is in Bellypaw's view, so yeah! Enjoy!)

"Sandpaw!" Bellypaw barked as he waddled as fast as he could to the medicine cat to see his sister.

"Yes, Bellypaw?" Sandpaw walked out of the medicine den, a bundle of herbs in her mouth, making her voice muffled.

"I just was wondering if I could talk to you for a bit." Bellypaw replied, his glassy blue eyes boring into Sandpaw's.

"Sure," Sandpaw said, setting down the herbs, "I have the time."

Bellypaw led Sandpaw out of the camp, away from their clanmates. He stopped as they neared the stream that separated the WindClan border with ThunderClan's border.

"So, what do you need to talk about?" Sandpaw asked as she lowered her britches, and sitting slowly on the soft grass.

"It's my mentor," Bellypaw grunted as he also settled in the grass next to her, "I just can't ever seem to get training done with her around. Why does she have to be so... different?" 

"Bellypaw, that is rude! You can't just judge Whisperflight like that! She is really a sweet she-cat if you would open your eyes!" Sandpaw snapped at him suddenly, making Bellypaw flinch.

"S-She just... I'm sorry." Bellypaw began, then apologized to Sandpaw, who looked furious.

"You know what? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you." Sandpaw took a deep breath, her blazing green eyes growing guilty.

Bellypaw nodded in thanks, then took a deep breath himself, his cream tail twitching as he thought of what to say.

"Stay right here." Sandpaw commanded, then disappeared into the bushes.

"Umm... Okay?" Bellypaw called after her, then sighed.

Whatever she was doing, he could tell he wasn't going to like it. She always got crazy ideas when they were kits, so they would always get into trouble. For some reason, Whisperflight would always hang around us, Bellypaw thought, She was probably lonely... like always. Bellypaw frowned a bit. Maybe I'm being too harsh... Bellypaw frowned even more.

Bellypaw folded his cream tail around his white paws as he suppressed a small sigh. As the time passed, he grew a little worried, then he heard a rustle in the bushes. His fur bristled as a white paw set out of the bushes, but relaxed as Sandpaw walked out.

"Right, follow me. There is something we must do." Sandpaw commanded Bellypaw as she disappeared into the bushes again, with Bellypaw following with a puzzled expression.

Sandpaw walked along until she came to a stop in front of the stream separating WindClan's territory, and stepped across the stones with great grace and perfection.

"Honestly, you would be an awesome warrior if you chose to be one! Anyway, where are we going, and does anyone know that we are leaving trespassing into WindClan's territory?" Bellypaw asked rapidly as he stumbled a bit as he crossed the stones carefully.

"Yeah, Thrushstar and Finchstalk know. You'll know where we are when we get there." Sandpaw meowed as she stepped over into the moorland, with Bellypaw at her heels.

Bellypaww just grumbled in response and continued following with a frustrated face, making his whiskers twitch. The moor felt strange on Bellypaw's paws, it felt smooth and fresh. The wind rustled his fur, the breeze blew into his face. He already missed being under the trees and the undergrowth as he traveled across the moor.

"Hey! What are you doing here!?" A small white tom about Sandpaw's height swiftly skidded to a halt in front of Sandpaw, blocking her way.

"Going to the Moonpool, what else?" Sandpaw rolled her eyes at the tom, then tried to continue walking as more cats appeared in front of him.

The whole patrol surrounded them, not letting them pass through. To the Moonpool? Awesome! Bellypaw thought in surprise. But I wonder why she wouldn't tell me.

"Frostheart, please step away from the ThunderClan filth." A pale ginger she-cat pushed the tom aside with a shove from her elbow, while Frostheart glared at her in return.

"You're the-" Bellypaw snapped, but was interrupted by a sweep of Sandpaw's tail sliding across his mouth.

"We wish to go to the Moonpool." Sandpaw stated firmly, looking up at the she-cat, who was WindClan's deputy, Mothclaw.

Mothclaw had been in many stories that Bellypaw had heard as a kit, and most of them were not pretty. Most of the stories involving her ended in a huge fight because of the smallest things, like one ThunderClan cat accidentally marking the border too 'close' to the WindClan border.

"Do you even have little innocent Finchstalk with you? Or are you just plain stupid and big liars?" Mothclaw taunted, unsheathing her claws.

"Do you really want to fight Finchstalk's apprentice? StarClan won't be very happy with you, won't they." Sandpaw mewed with exaggerated disappointment, then flashed Mothclaw a mischievous grin that none of the WindClan patrol could see.

Mothclaw looked as if she was about to leap at Sandpaw, but took a deep breath and stepped aside to let her and Bellypaw leave.

"Steer clear of Mothclaw in battle. She is one tough warrior, and she knows it. That's why she's so full of herself. At my first gathering, she was talking about herself so much, that it looked as her neck would snap because her head is held so high!" Sandpaw snickered as the patrol grew out of their sight.

(I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It took very long, and this is going to continue in the next chapter, so hang tight!)