Fierce / A Warrior Cats Tale (In the process of being edited, may have spelling and grammar issues) *WARNING* IF YOU DO NOT ENJOY READING WARRIOR CATS OR VIOLENCE THIS IS PROBABLY NOT SUITABLE FOR YOU "Hurry up, Shadowpaw!" Meowed Flowerpaw. She might be beautiful, but she sure is bossy. He turned his head around and huffed. "I understand Flowerpaw, that's what I'm trying to do right now!" He zoomed his head back around. This time he knew he was able to catch it. He leaped forward and just like he planned, he glided through the wind and landed on all fours. Everyone looked anxious to see what was under Shadowpaw's claws. He slowly lifted his paw upward and looked down. The mouse had ran right before he landed. Shadowpaw felt himself overwhelmed with embarrassment. "But-" Flowerpaw cut him off. She looked surprised as if she was expecting him to catch the mouse. "Nice try, I guess." She spat. Shadowpaw looked confused, as if he felt like she was at least going to be more kind. Flowerpaw turned to walk away but Shadowpaw jumped right in front of her. "Doesn't matter if I'm good for wits or not, I'm deputy's apprentice and you can't get any better then that. There is obviously more reasons I'm training to be a warrior." Shadowpaw held is head up in confidence, ready for whatever Flowerpaw would hiss back at him. Flowerpaw stood there for a second, and then she turned back around with no expression. "You're right, Shadowpaw. You must be something if your Lionclaw's apprentice. He is one of the greatest fighters in any of the clans." She turned back around a huffed. "What's wrong, did it hurt you to say something nice to me for once?" He quickly realized that questioning Flowerpaw was a bad idea. *I DO NOT OWN WARRIOR CATS! WARRIORS ARE ERIN HUNTERS IDEA.*
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