Warrior Cats Forever! discussion

((Roleplay))

Fastclaw padded out of his den and looked around sleepily.

Honeystar sat on the large rock in the front of the clearing. She gazed at her clan proudly. What fine warriors they are. She flicked her tail and gazed toward the entrance, as if she half-expected Whisperingstar to come back through the thorn barrier, as he used to do. She hung her head sadly. It had been a moon, and she still wasn't completely over his death. She sat straighter. She had to be strong, for her clan, for herself. She was going to show them she could be just as good of a leader as Whisperingstar was. She lifted up her gaze. I hope I make you proud, Whisperingstar.

Fastclaw blinked slowly, trying to adjust his eyes from the sun.

Honeystar bounded to the edge of the rock, then leaped gracefully down. She trotted toward Fastclaw, her beautiful cream pelt shining, and her frosty blue eyes glistening. "Fastclaw!"

Fastclaw turned, "Hi Honeystar." he meowed.

Honeystar nodded quietly. "I need you to order a patrol. If you can't find enough cats, I'll go with you."

Fastclaw shrugged, "All of the cats are still sleeping."

Honeystar sighed, "Fine." She meowed. "Just we'll go. We'll go on a border patrol." She decided, then stepped back. "Lead the way.

Fastclaw blinked, "You should, really."

Honeystar smiled, "I gave you an order, Fastclaw."

Fastclaw rolled his eyes as he padded out of camp.

Honeystar followed and smiled. She felt like a warrior again, and she liked it.

Fastclaw padded over to a ThunderClan border and sniffed it.

Honeystar watched Fatsclaw, then cleared her throat. "Any signs of Thunderclan tresspassing."

Fastclaw sniffed, "Nope."

Honeystar nodded, "Alright." She said, and gazed over the border, into the thick trees.

Fastclaw sat down, swiping at his muzzle.

Timberpelt pounced on a rabbit and delivered a killing bite.

"Good catch!" Quailpaw exclamied. She was also holding a squirrel.

"Thanks!" Timberpelt responded. "looks like you got a good catch as well!" He said glancing at the squirrel.

"It's nothing..." she blushed. "I had a good teacher." she stated modestly.

Honeystar sighed. "Okay," She said. "Seems like the borders are alright."

Fastclaw nodded.

"I bet you did" responded

"Anyway, let's get back to camp with our fresh-kill so we can share toungues. One of the elders has a story to tell me!" she mewed.

Timberpelt took the lead as he padded back to camp.

"I can't wait to become a warrior!" Quailpaw exclaimed.
"Do you think I'll be ready for my assesment, Timberpelt?" she asked.

"Yes I'll ask Honeystar and see what she thinks." He meowed.

Honeystar trotted back to camp, and smiled at Timberpelt and Quailpaw. She sighed. She wanted an apprentice, but their were barely any kits in the clan. Kits, She thought toi herself. I wish I had some myself.

"Hi Honeystar!" Quailpaw said.

Honeystar smiled at Quailpaw. "Hello!" She tilted her head. "How is trainging going?"

"Amazing, I think I'm almost ready to become a warrior." she replied. Quailpaw was bursting with anticipation.

Fastclaw asked, "Did you pass?"

"Yep." she stated. "Right, Timberpelt?" she looked at her mentor.

"Yeah great." He meowed.

"So...am I ready to become a warrior yet, Honeystar?" she asked.

Fastclaw sniffed, "I think she is ready."

"I agree." mewed Timberpelt.

"Please?" Quailpaw asked.

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Honeystar looked at Quailpaw, tilting your head. "Maybe, but I will have to discuss it with the warriors." She mewed.