[OLD AND OUTDATED] Warriors: Foxclaw's Dive

Chapter 8

Featherpaw entered the den, he shook scraps of moss from his pelt. Creakpaw behind him, Applepaw bounded in with an eagle wing in her jaws. Her fur was matted, but her tail managed to fluff out.

Applepaw padded over to the small crack. She wriggled inside. "Here's some prey." she purred. "It might not look like forest prey, but it's the least we can do."

"But you gave us a vole another day." Flatpaw protested, scrambling up from his bedding. "At least for Foxpaw." he added, pulling his whiskers to face her.

Applepaw's whiskers twitched in amusement. "We don't always have your prey." she hissed. "I never tasted squirrel. But if I did find one I would, now why don't you be me and eat your eagle!"

Foxpaw was already on it. She dug the wing licking her mouth, it didn't taste like a bird, at least the ones she hunted. Flatpaw stared at the eagle for a while and prodded it.

Applepaw pushed outside, and Foxpaw heard murmurs of excitement grow by the three apprentices.

"I can't believe I'm gonna be a warrior!" Applepaw exclaimed.

"Lucky!" Creakpaw let out a purr and gave Applepaw a lick on her cheek. "Featherpaw and I still need a few moons."

Applepaw touched her tail tip on Creakpaw's shoulder. "It won't take long." she promised. "Just work hard!"
"I'll try." Creakpaw murmured, his fawn colored fur glinted in the sky. "Maybe they'll make me a warrior sooner. Claweye doesn't seem to like me." he stared down at the gray floor.

"Cherrynose likes me!" Featherpaw mewed. "She really believes in me, don't worry."

Foxpaw scrambled out the crack, all she wanted to do is to get fresh air. She missed being at home, and Flatpaw seemed to be angry since they weren't.

"Talking about mentors and warrior ceremonies?" Foxpaw asked, even though she knew.

"Of course!" Applepaw replied. Creakpaw stared at Foxpaw, but said nothing, he seemed annoyed. "I hope my warrior name is Applewhisker."

Foxpaw let out a comforting purr. Featherpaw let out a mrrow of laughter, and Creakpaw scuffled the ground anxiously.

"What?" Applepaw hissed, she bounced up, her fur bristling. "Think I can't handle being a warrior?"

Foxpaw stared in amusement, these cats were more exciting then the ones at home. She remembered Streampaw, her pretty pelt and light blue eyes. And Joypaw, a strong brown tabby with a tough fur but always brought softness in him.

"I think Flatpaw and I can get home now." Foxpaw interrupted, she gave her chest fur a few licks.

"You can't go now." Creakpaw objected. "Thicketstripe in watching the entrance."

"Tomorrow is my warrior ceremony." Applepaw pointed out. "In my vigil, you guys can sneak out."

Foxpaw glanced at the pretty white cat, she had a good idea. "Okay," Foxpaw sighed.

Featherpaw stood up. "We should sleep," he told them. "We can't stay here talking all day." he padded to his bedding and curled his tail around his nose, Creakpaw laid beside him and Applepaw bounced up and down before sleeping.

Foxpaw nosed her way into the small crack, then she padded forward to Flatpaw giving him a lick between his ears. I need to tell them about my dream, or vision? Foxpaw's head whirled in confusement, why did StarClan need to choose her to help CliffClan? Why not some other cat?

Foxpaw rustled the moss for a few heart beats, she closed her eyes pricking her ears up if any cats started talking. But everything was silent, only silverpelt glowed in the sky. She let out a stifled sigh, the scents were so different from CloudClan, when could she go home?