A Friend in Need
Jan 20, 2016 11:29:58 GMT -5
Post by Wintergreen on Jan 20, 2016 11:29:58 GMT -5
A true friend never gets in your way unless you happen to be going down.
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Whitepaw’s POV
“Nightpaw! Whitepaw! Nightpaw! Whitepaw!”
I stand proudly beside my littermate while the clan chanted our names. I was struggling to control the excitement bubbling up inside of me, as we’d just become apprentices.
The chanting soon died down and the crowd of cats dispersed to continue their duties. I look around, What am I supposed to do now?
“Awww, is little Lostkit a little lost?” someone sneers behind me. I whip around, surprised, and see Brownpaw. I immediately wish that I could wipe that arrogant look off of his face. Although he was only a half-moon older than Nightpaw and I, he always acted as though he were the leader of StarClan. I glare at him, but say nothing, my mind blank.
Thankfully, before Brownpaw can make another comment, Hawkstorm pads up beside me. “I thought I told you to hunt after the ceremony, Brownpaw. Instead I find you teasing one of our newest apprentices.” He says, a hint of growl in his voice. Brownpaw’s amber eyes lower sheepishly.
“Sorry, Hawkstorm.” he mutters, turning and padding toward the entrance. Hawkstorm turns to me when Brownpaw disappears from sight.
“Thorntail’s over there, by the entrance,” he gestures with his tail to where my mentor sits, washing his ears.
“Thanks,” I mew, but Hawkstorm is already padding away. I bound over to Thorntail, my tail sticking up like a twig. He looks my way when I call, and asks, “So, want to go on a tour of our territory?”
“Yes please,” I reply enthuthiasticaly, “Can Nightpaw come too?” I add.
“If Breezefire says it’s okay than sure.” And so my first day of apprenticeship began.
~000~
I am beside the stump where the apprentices eat when Nightpaw storms up to me. “Why did you put thorns in my nest?” she growls.
“Wha...? What are you talking about?” I reply, confused.
“Don’t deny it, Whitepaw. Brownpaw said he saw you.” Brownpaw. Of course.
“But...” I try to say, but trail off when Nightpaw storms away. I half-heartedly finish my meal then pad away to the apprentices den.
Brownpaw’s POV
I wait, hidden in a thick bush, for Nightpaw to come. I had laid a scent trail for her to find when our mentors told us three apprentices to hunt alone. Soon enough, she came.
I took a moment to admire her sleek black pelt, then silently slipped up behind her while she was busy tasting the air. I was aiming to give her a fright by pushing her, which is why I laid the trail. So I push, expecting her to turn around with a look of surprise, but instead I stand in shock as she slips over the edge of the cliff.
I am too shocked to do anything but stand, but luckily she manages to grab the cliff’s edge.
“Help!” she cries, but I am frozen to the spot.
Whitepaw’s POV
I was in the middle of stalking a bird when I heard Nightpaw’s cry. That is why I am now running toward where the cry came from.
I arrive at the cliff edge, and see Nightpaw hanging on for dear life while Brownpaw crouches nearby. I ignore him and lunge forward, grabbing hold of Nightpaw’s scruff. I start pulling her up, and thankfully manage to do so before I collapse in exhaustion.
Nightpaw crouches beside me, and whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry I doubted you, I now know that Brownpaw was the one who put the thorns in my nest. I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends again.” Brownpaw comes to his senses then, and pads up, saying he was sorry for what he did. I manage to acknowledge them with a flick of my tail before I pass out.
~000~
“Nightfur! Whiteheart! Brownclaw! Nightfur! Whiteheart! Brownclaw!”
We stand side by side while the clan chants our warrior names. Brownclaw had matured a little after Nightfur’s near accident, and we’d become close friends. He’d gotten into a lot of trouble for playing a prank that dangerous, but when we passed our final assessments all was forgotten and I was confident that we’d be happy for many moons to come.
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This was just something I wrote back in 2013 and rediscovered when browsing my folder. I decided to post it here so enjoy C:
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Whitepaw’s POV
“Nightpaw! Whitepaw! Nightpaw! Whitepaw!”
I stand proudly beside my littermate while the clan chanted our names. I was struggling to control the excitement bubbling up inside of me, as we’d just become apprentices.
The chanting soon died down and the crowd of cats dispersed to continue their duties. I look around, What am I supposed to do now?
“Awww, is little Lostkit a little lost?” someone sneers behind me. I whip around, surprised, and see Brownpaw. I immediately wish that I could wipe that arrogant look off of his face. Although he was only a half-moon older than Nightpaw and I, he always acted as though he were the leader of StarClan. I glare at him, but say nothing, my mind blank.
Thankfully, before Brownpaw can make another comment, Hawkstorm pads up beside me. “I thought I told you to hunt after the ceremony, Brownpaw. Instead I find you teasing one of our newest apprentices.” He says, a hint of growl in his voice. Brownpaw’s amber eyes lower sheepishly.
“Sorry, Hawkstorm.” he mutters, turning and padding toward the entrance. Hawkstorm turns to me when Brownpaw disappears from sight.
“Thorntail’s over there, by the entrance,” he gestures with his tail to where my mentor sits, washing his ears.
“Thanks,” I mew, but Hawkstorm is already padding away. I bound over to Thorntail, my tail sticking up like a twig. He looks my way when I call, and asks, “So, want to go on a tour of our territory?”
“Yes please,” I reply enthuthiasticaly, “Can Nightpaw come too?” I add.
“If Breezefire says it’s okay than sure.” And so my first day of apprenticeship began.
~000~
I am beside the stump where the apprentices eat when Nightpaw storms up to me. “Why did you put thorns in my nest?” she growls.
“Wha...? What are you talking about?” I reply, confused.
“Don’t deny it, Whitepaw. Brownpaw said he saw you.” Brownpaw. Of course.
“But...” I try to say, but trail off when Nightpaw storms away. I half-heartedly finish my meal then pad away to the apprentices den.
Brownpaw’s POV
I wait, hidden in a thick bush, for Nightpaw to come. I had laid a scent trail for her to find when our mentors told us three apprentices to hunt alone. Soon enough, she came.
I took a moment to admire her sleek black pelt, then silently slipped up behind her while she was busy tasting the air. I was aiming to give her a fright by pushing her, which is why I laid the trail. So I push, expecting her to turn around with a look of surprise, but instead I stand in shock as she slips over the edge of the cliff.
I am too shocked to do anything but stand, but luckily she manages to grab the cliff’s edge.
“Help!” she cries, but I am frozen to the spot.
Whitepaw’s POV
I was in the middle of stalking a bird when I heard Nightpaw’s cry. That is why I am now running toward where the cry came from.
I arrive at the cliff edge, and see Nightpaw hanging on for dear life while Brownpaw crouches nearby. I ignore him and lunge forward, grabbing hold of Nightpaw’s scruff. I start pulling her up, and thankfully manage to do so before I collapse in exhaustion.
Nightpaw crouches beside me, and whispers in my ear, “I’m sorry I doubted you, I now know that Brownpaw was the one who put the thorns in my nest. I hope you can forgive me and we can be friends again.” Brownpaw comes to his senses then, and pads up, saying he was sorry for what he did. I manage to acknowledge them with a flick of my tail before I pass out.
~000~
“Nightfur! Whiteheart! Brownclaw! Nightfur! Whiteheart! Brownclaw!”
We stand side by side while the clan chants our warrior names. Brownclaw had matured a little after Nightfur’s near accident, and we’d become close friends. He’d gotten into a lot of trouble for playing a prank that dangerous, but when we passed our final assessments all was forgotten and I was confident that we’d be happy for many moons to come.
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This was just something I wrote back in 2013 and rediscovered when browsing my folder. I decided to post it here so enjoy C: