Warriors: Short Stories

Short Story 1

I'm a cat. I'm a cat. I'm a cat...

Oh. Hi there, reader. I'm an odd cat that can see readers here. Yes, I can even read your mind. You had... CEREAL for breakfast. Or you had a pancake. Yes, pancakes. You did. You sure did-

"Oi! Fish-brain! Wake up!" 

Ah, and that's my mentor, Mudpelt. I'd better get ready! Hopefully it's battle training, because I-

"WAKE UP!!!" 

Aaaaaaaaaaaah! Mudpelt is roaring at me right now- I'm gonna head out-

"SILVERPAW!" 
I dashed out of the apprentice den, shaking my pelt. I'm in RiverClan, by the way. 
"Y-yes, Mudpelt?" Uuuuurgh, just HATE it when I stammer. I'm supposed to be confident and strong...

"It's hunting today, best to hurry up! The dawn patrol just left." 

I sighed. Whatever. If it was battle training I would have paid more attention. I headed out behind the brown tabby pelt of Mudpelt, unconsciously padding toward the river. I must say, I'm practically the best hunter here in RiverClan. 

"Silverpaw?" I ignored the voice. It was the annoying Streampaw, a grey tom who always bugged me, since day one of my apprenticeship.
"Silverpaw?" Streampaw called again. I growled under my breath.

"I think someone wants to talk to you," Mudpelt grinned. "Streampaw's been mooning over you for a while."
UUUUUUUGH! Why did he have to SAY THAT? I've always hated Streampaw. That was NEVER going to change. Never, reader, you hear me? Never.

I was about to bolt out of camp when Streampaw- annoyingly- caught up to me, purring slightly.

"What?" I snapped. It isn't easy to keep calm and reserved when the most ANNOYING frog-dung in the WORLD was at your side.

"I..." Streampaw stuttered, his grey pelt shining in the sun- WAY TO BRIGHT FOR MY BRIGHT BLUE EYES. My clan always complimented those eyes of mine-  said they were bright and eye-catching. They even complimented my silver pelt- WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THEM?!

"What?! I'm going to go-" As soon as those words were spat out, I dashed, out of camp and caught up to Mudpelt. 

"So...?" Mudpelt queried slyly. Well, if he thought we were in a relationship, I DON'T CARE. I'm NOT in a relationship-
"Streampaw is so annoying!" I burst out. I couldn't bottle it up for longer. "He just keeps following me and if I tell him to STOP he just ignores it!!"

Mudpelt had this shine in his eyes, then he sat down a the riverbank. Even MENTORS can get so frustrating at times! What EVER. I wandered off, finding another spot at the river. 
"Hey, Silverpaw," someone meowed. It was so obviously Streampaw.
"What?!" I whirled around. Streampaw. Again. Ugh.

I growled, "Just leave me alone, fish-brain! I'll never like you. And SHUT UP! I don't CARE!"

There. I had NO REMORSE for what I said, for the love of the world. The hurt in his eyes satisfied me. I don't even think I was too harsh.

I turned back to the river gushing past. The sun was rising, and dawn chills disappeared fast. Green-leaf had only just arrived. 

Fish darted past my paws, much too deep for me to dive in, and I just wasn't in the mood. I was just waiting for a fat eel or carp or even a pike to swim past-

There! An extremely long fish- I don't even know what it was- darted past. I shot out a lightning-fast paw, claws out, and hooked it in my paws. The killing bite was over within a few heartbeats.

"Wow! That was so fast I didn't even have time to react!" Mudpelt's voice startled me. He... what? He'd barely praised me, and I'd been his apprentice for five moons. Hmmm, I wonder whether he wanted to make me a warrior soon?

"Can we battle train soon?" I asked.
"I'll think about it," Mudpelt called- wait what? He was already at the edge of the reeds.
I sighed. I traipsed back to camp, holding my magnificent catch in my jaws.

"WOW, Silverpaw!" Shinepaw exclaimed. She was my best friend- a tortoiseshell cat with green eyes. Shinepaw's eyes grew wider as I came closer.

"Nice catch you got there," A brown cat called. One of the elders- Codfur. His eyes were so obviously hungry for that catch. I handed it to him, brushing my tail along his spine in welcome.

"Whoa, that's a large fish!" Streampaw exclaimed. I narrowed my eyes, relaxing as he flinched away. Shinepaw saw this exchange.
"What's up between you and Streampaw?" She asked, understanding in her eyes. I could always trust her.
"Um, I warned him to stay away and shut up, because I was so sick of him," I replied quietly. It wasn't MY fault he was so annoying.
"I can see the agitation in your eyes," Shinepaw stated. She really was good at noticing things.
"Yeah, I really hate Streampaw."

***

I'm in my nest again. I'm asleep, but I'm talking to you, reader. This is what I do everyday I guess- And Mudpelt didn't take me out to battle train, to my disappointment.

This is the end of my short story- and here's the facts:
I became a warrior, named Silversea.
I was a fine warrior, and I ended my life in a battle-
I had a mate, IN ANOTHER CLAN- Flickerflame- But we never had kits. That was lucky.
Streampaw- now Streamclaw- was still frustrating to deal with but Shinepool was always there to help me.

The End.
~Moon