리틀팍스

DEDICATED TO ALL OF LITTLECLAN

WARRIORS STORY by Cinderblaze

INTRODUCTION

After the four Clans in the forest, other cats began to develop their Clans. This story takes place in one of them. I hope you enjoy it.

CHAPTER ONE

It was another chilly leaf-bare morning in LittleClan. The weak sunshine streaming through the gap in the apprentices’ den’s ceiling might have been warm enough, but the cats inside were not in the mood to enjoy it, and all of LittleClan was not in a very good mood either.

“What is taking you so long?”Cinderblaze snapped at her new apprentice, Leafpaw. She grabbed Leafpaw by the scruff, trying to drag her outside.

“But I didn’t even get the moss out of my pelt!” Leafpaw whined.

“Then do it quickly!”

“I was about to!”

Dandelionpaw sighed as she squeezed out through the entrance. She didn’t bother wondering where her mentor was. It was a relief not to see him waking her up in the same aggressive tone.

“Thank StarClan!” She exclaimed as she stared at the two quarreling cats.

Cinderblaze looked up and spotted Dandelionpaw.

Oh, StarClan, Dandelionpaw murmured as she realized she was in trouble.

“What do you think you are doing, standing there, watching us?!” Cinderblaze hissed.

“But Grasstail—Okay, I’ll ask Vineheart if there is a hunting patrol I can join,” Dandelionpaw glanced at the fresh-kill pile. “The food is pretty low.”

“Yeah,” Cinderblaze admitted as she looked at the fresh-kill pile too. Then she glanced around. “Where is Grasstail?”

Dandelionpaw frowned at the mention of her mentor. Maybe Cinderblaze was going to fill him with complaints about her doing nothing. Then Grasstail will declare her to the NO FRESH-KILL TONIGHT. But Dandelionpaw was used to going to sleep with an empty belly. Grasstail always looked forward to her doing something wrong. Dandelionpaw often wondered why he was even her mentor. Everyone knew he was grumpy, crabby, and even violent sometimes.

“Maybe Stripestar was dozing off when he was choosing who would be your mentor,” Leafpaw had suggested cheerfully.

“I don’t know where he is,” Dandelionpaw muttered.

“I saw him,” Leafpaw meowed. “He was leaving camp on dawn patrol with Splashpelt.”

“Dawn patrol!” Dandelionpaw exclaimed in disbelief. “And he couldn’t even wake up his apprentice to go with him!”

“Are you sure about that, Leafpaw?” Cinderblaze asked. “Stemfoot was leading the dawn patrol.”

“Maybe they were only going out for a walk,” Leafpaw guessed. “I knew there was something wrong about a patrol assigned with two cats!”

“But you should do something while Grasstail’s outside,” Cinderblaze meowed. “Go and ask Vineheart about hunting patrols.”

“Okay,” Danelionpaw mewed. “You want to come with me? If there are any patrols to go out.”

“Can we please go?” Leafpaw looked up longingly at her mentor. “All I’ve been doing these days were battle training!”

Cinderblaze hesitated for a moment before nodding, then shivered.

“I’ll go ask Vineheart right away,” Dandelionpaw meowed, realizing coldness had taken back into the LittleClan warrior like a cold leaf-bare breeze. “Maybe you’ll come with me?” She asked Leafpaw.

Leafpaw, who was eager to escape from one of her mentor’s tantrums, quickly nodded in agreement. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she mewed to her mentor.

“Hey!” Dandelionpaw slapped her tail over the younger apprentice. But it was too late.

‘You’re not...“

“Sorry. I won’t do any of those things!” Leafpaw glanced at Dandelionpaw. “Right?”

“Huh? Um, yeah, of course.” Dandelionpaw nudged Leafpaw to her paws. “Let’s go.”

The two apprentices found the dark gray she-cat sharing tongues with Pineleaf. They weren’t in a good mood either.

“What?” Pineleaf demanded.

“We were wondering if there are any hunting patrols we can join,” Leafpaw chirped. “Are there?”

“Where are your mentors?” Vineheart asked.

“Grasstail’s out for a...” Dandelionpaw began, only to be cut off by a rustling noise.

“It’s him!” Leafpaw exclaimed as a brown and white tabby warrior stepped out of the camp entrance. “And Splashpelt!”

“Hey, there, young grasshopper,” Splashpelt meowed, touching noses with Dandelionpaw.

“Hi, Splashpelt,” Dandelionpaw mewed. “Were you out on a walk?”

Splashpelt backed away as if she had just smelled some crow food on Dandelionpaw’s nose. “Um, yeah,” she meowed hesitantly. “I was with Grasstail.”

“Yes, I noticed that the minute I woke up,” Dandelionpaw glared at her mentor with pure hatred.

Splashpelt opened her jaws as if to taste the air then meowed, “You know he’s not that bad.”

Dandelionpaw gasped. No one ever covered up for Grasstail!

“What?!” Leafpaw meowed indignantly from behind, overhearing the conversation. “He didn’t even...”

“Hush,” Splashpelt stopped Leafpaw. “Your words would hurt his dear heart.”

“Dear heart?” Dandelionpaw echoed. “Dear heart?!”

“I can see what’s going on right now,” meowed Vineheart, approaching the four cats as Splashpelt ducked her head in embarrassment. “You’re in love with him!”

Silence.

“Wh—what?” Dandelionpaw was the first to utter.

“Looks like I’m interrupting something,” Vineheart chuckled as she padded away to watch her kit grasping for a butterfly. “Tallkit, you’re sitting on Kestrelkit’s face.”

“You... Is it true?” Dandelionpaw stammered. “You are... In love... With... him?”

“Yes,” Splashpelt meowed.

“But you already have a perfect mate,” Dandelionpaw mewed. “Why have another one?”

“It isn’t told in the warrior code that she-cats can have only one mate,” Splashpelt sounded stern. “Besides, you don’t know what a magnificent cat he is. Pity everyone thinks of him as violent and cruel.”

“But he...” Dandelionpaw turned away from her mother. She approached Vineheart and asked if there were any hunting patrols she could join.

Thank you for reading! Have a wonderful day!