This was the happiest Sharppaw had felt in days and in moons. He was finally going to have his warrior assessment, along with Lightpaw. I wish Fluffypelt was here.
Stormpaw, Stalkpaw, and Monarchpaw wouldn't be having their assessment until next half-moon, but it was still pretty exciting.
Ambertuft's mew snapped him back into reality. "Ok, Sharppaw. It's time for you to catch as much prey as you can," she meowed. "And remember, I'll be watching you the whole time, so do your absolute best." As she padded away, Sharppaw stalked into the undergrowth, keeping low.
Vole washed Sharppaw's jaws, and he quickly darted forward into a clump of ferns, later emerging quickly with the small creature in his jaws. He dug a shallow hole in the ground and dropped the prey there, covering it up. He crept forward again, hoping that Ambertuft had seen that catch.
Sharppaw could smell squirrel, and, creeping forward more, he spotted the fluffy ginger creature poking at a nut. Its fluffy tail flicked.
Sharppaw crept forward, but didn't see the twig under his paw. It cracked and the squirrel perked up, fear-scent drifting from it. Quickly, Sharppaw darted forward. The squirrel climbed the tree and Sharppaw climbed up after it. He swiped at its tail, making it lose its balance on the tree. The squirrel then twisted from his paws and fell to the ground, trying to limp away from the tree.
Sharppaw jumped down and bit into the squirrel's neck, killing it. He buried the squirrel and pricked his ears, looking up as he heard a crack above him. Was that Ambertuft watching him?
Shaking his thoughts away, Sharppaw could smell thrush. He then scented kittypet as well. Holding back a sigh, he crept forward. He saw a black kittypet sitting by a tree. Bristling, he crept forward.
"What are you doing on ThunderClan territory?" Sharppaw hissed.
The black kittypet looked up, fear glimmering in his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know this was Clan territory! I'll back off now!" He whimpered.
"Why are you so scared?" Sharppaw asked.
"Because some Clan cat slaughtered Arbonx a few moons ago. He was one of my friends and I miss him so much," the black tom meowed. "My name is Lucky."
Sharppaw instantly felt grief flood over him. He tried to not make it seem like he was the one who had killed Arbonx. "Well, I'm sorry for you. But get off ThunderClan territory now, or you won't be able to avoid injury," he hissed.
Lucky turned away and ran through the undergrowth.
Sharppaw bristled. That kittypet scared off all the prey surely with all that noise! He resisted the urge to find the kittypet and claw his ears. Sharppaw spotted the thrush that he'd smelled earlier sitting on a branch. It was sleeping with three baby thrushes.
Grief and pain stabbed Sharppaw in the chest like a large claw. He felt breath tighten. Looking at that family of thrushes, he was reminded of Fluffypelt nursing him, Lightpaw, and Frostheart as small kits. He shook the thoughts from his head. I can't kill them, I can't do it....
Sharppaw turned away from the tree away crept through the undergrowth.
Sharppaw was returning back to camp, two mice and a squirrel in his mouth. He'd have to make a second trip to get the vole and sparrow that he'd caught. He wondered where Ambertuft was.
Suddenly, a pale yellow flash fell from the tree. Lightpaw!
Sharppaw jumped back, startled. Lightpaw suddenly darted forward, lashing at Sharppaw's ears.
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Warriors: Sharptalon's Mist
Fanfiction.:SEQUEL TO ASHFUR'S INSANITY:. Sharpkit is born to Fluffypelt and is sweet and loving, but once his sister starts to bully him, his father joins in. Sharpkit is upset, but overcome with anger and plans to take revenge. As an apprentice, he trains i...
