Fierce of BloodClan - A WC:UT Story - Pt. 2
Sept 22, 2019 18:44:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2019 18:44:17 GMT -5
Fiercepaw slipped through the undergrowth leading into Twolegplace. The stone path felt cold beneath his feet. He stalked through the shadows, careful to avoid Twolegs and dogs. Fiercepaw checked every alley, looking for BloodClan's camp.
Finally, he padded into one of the darker alleys. It smelled of crow-food. Fiercepaw stepped into the camp, and was immediately met by a cream cat with a spiked collar. "Who are you, and why are you in BloodClan territory?" The cat growled.
"I'm here to join BloodClan." He puffed out his chest bravely.
"Thrash." The tom flicked his ears, and another cat with a spiked collar, who looked about Fiercepaw's age, scrambled over. "Prove you are strong enough to join BloodClan." The first cat said. He stepped back, leaving Thrash and Fiercepaw facing each other. Without a signal, Thrash jumped at Fiercepaw, pinning him to the ground.
Fiercepaw's paws scrabbled against Thrash's chest. He wiggled free and darted to the other side of the camp. Thrash crouched, ready to spring. His tail waved in the air. Fiercepaw sprinted at Thrash and crashed into his chest.
Thrash was thrown back and slammed into the ground. He leapt up and charged at Fiercepaw. Fiercepaw dodged Thrash's attack and doubled back to claw his fur. Thrash stumbled and hit the ground.
"Very well." The cat from earlier stopped the fight. "You have proven yourself worthy." He said. "My name is Trainer Wound."
Trainer Wound padded off to one of the alleys. He came back shortly, a spiked collar in his jaws.
He tossed the collar on the ground in front of Fiercepaw, and Fiercepaw put it around his neck.
"What is your name?" Trainer Wound asked.
"Fiercepaw." He said.
"Hm." Trainer Wound muttered. "From now on, your name will be Fierce."
Finally, he padded into one of the darker alleys. It smelled of crow-food. Fiercepaw stepped into the camp, and was immediately met by a cream cat with a spiked collar. "Who are you, and why are you in BloodClan territory?" The cat growled.
"I'm here to join BloodClan." He puffed out his chest bravely.
"Thrash." The tom flicked his ears, and another cat with a spiked collar, who looked about Fiercepaw's age, scrambled over. "Prove you are strong enough to join BloodClan." The first cat said. He stepped back, leaving Thrash and Fiercepaw facing each other. Without a signal, Thrash jumped at Fiercepaw, pinning him to the ground.
Fiercepaw's paws scrabbled against Thrash's chest. He wiggled free and darted to the other side of the camp. Thrash crouched, ready to spring. His tail waved in the air. Fiercepaw sprinted at Thrash and crashed into his chest.
Thrash was thrown back and slammed into the ground. He leapt up and charged at Fiercepaw. Fiercepaw dodged Thrash's attack and doubled back to claw his fur. Thrash stumbled and hit the ground.
"Very well." The cat from earlier stopped the fight. "You have proven yourself worthy." He said. "My name is Trainer Wound."
Trainer Wound padded off to one of the alleys. He came back shortly, a spiked collar in his jaws.
He tossed the collar on the ground in front of Fiercepaw, and Fiercepaw put it around his neck.
"What is your name?" Trainer Wound asked.
"Fiercepaw." He said.
"Hm." Trainer Wound muttered. "From now on, your name will be Fierce."