Post by sandface on Oct 18, 2009 2:25:09 GMT -5
Chapter one
Sandface woke with a jolt from graypatch. "What do ya want GrayPatch?" said SandFace. "Hurry come quick, we're being attacked," he had hardly managed to choke out the words. At that point, i noticed his neck was bleeding from a deep gash right by his chin. Sandface jumped up with courage, and passtionatly said to Graypatch, "Are you okay Graypatch, maybe you should go see Fawnfur." "Not enough time." He barely managed to speak out in gasps of little air. "Ok, but if you die, i'll tell them that you didn't listen!" Sandface said, with a litte amusement in her voice.
She jumped out of the den, and all around her was the stench of blood...and death. There was two dead Windclan cats in the middle of the clearing. Their stench rose up in Sandface's throat. She just realized they were battling Windclan. But for what reason, she thought. Nothing had happened in a while. The last thing that has happened was like four moons ago, when Stonepaw was hunting a juicy looking rabbit, and accidently chased it all the way to Windclan's territory. But why would Windclan still be back? He was the newest apprentice, and didn't mean to. She thought for a minute. But there was no time.
Suddenly, a body crashed into her. Sandface tried to scrabble to her paws, but she was pinned down! What was she going to do? She noticed that Whisleflight was on top of her, holding her down with his front paws, and with is back paws, he was digging into her precious soft belly. She yowled with terror, that alerted Graypatch, he came to her rescue. He bowled Whistleflight over with one knock. Whistleflight was running around him, trying to make him dizzy. I jumped on Whistleflight's back, while he was destracted for a moment, Graypatch dived for his soft belly. They were rolling around, Graypatch tumbling with stretched out claws against Whistleflight's belly, while Sandface was raking her claws down his back, nipping at his ears and face. Whistleflight finally gave, he dropped to the ground, dust flew. And in an instant, there was no Whistleflight, he has dissapeared! But Sandface saw where he had gone. There was a long dark red trail of blood going in their territory direction. Sandface lifted her chin, tasted the air, and said "He's gone now, and i'd doubt he's gonna come back any time soon!" Graypatch gave a little grunt of satifaction.
Sandface thanked Graypatch, and turned around. There was few Windclan left. Only their leader, Cedarstar, the deputy, Thornpatch, an apprentice named, Clawpaw, who had a very badly injured leg, and a warrior that had an odd smell to him. He didn't look like a warrior Sandface had seen before. He was fat, and slow, getting nipped at everywhere by Mousefur. Sandface cocked her head, thought for a minute, then snapped back into reality. He was a kittypet! What was Windlcan doing being in non-clan born cats into their clan? Has some died of greencough, or whitecough? Sandface woud never know for sure, but she was going to find out.
As everyone chipped in to nip at the last remaining cats, Ceaderstar finally yelled, "Retreat." Our leader, Sunstar yowled back to them, as they left towards their own territory, "We tought you a lesson, never come and attack a clan, for no reason, you lost, for your own good. Don't come back now ya hear." Amusement lit up in his eyes as the kittypet of their clan turned around and came right up to Sunstar. Sunstar didn't flinch. The kitty pet whispered smelly breath into his face, "Tell us what to do, and we'll rip you to shreds!" Then he took off in the direction he came from.
After the battle, the mediine cat, Fawnfur, came out of his den with lots of herbs. He ran to each cat, checking for deep gashes, and other wounds that could get infections easily. He came up to Graypatch next. "Why didn't you come to me sooner Graypatch? You look like a shriveled up shrew, thats been messed with by a kit. You're all bloody everywhere!" He spoke in a calm tone. Graypatch gave him a cold hard stare. Fawnfur understood. "Well, we'll fix that right up won't we. And after I get some cobwebs to patch these up, i want you to rest in your den. Then later, go sweep the leaves out of the elders den, they're complaining." Graypatch started with a cracked voice, "Ok Fawnfur, i'll do whatever, as long as i get some rest." His voice cleared. "But if those elders get all mad because i get cleaning, i'm blaming you!" Fawnfur looked at him with his whiskers twitching. "Ok, whatever you say."
He went up to Sandface. "Got any bad wounds at all, probably not, since you slept through most of the battle." "What do you mean Fawnfur, don't you think i would've woken up?" "No." He said, "I had to send Graypatch to go get your furball butt outta that there den." Sandface shuffled her paws, and looked at the ground. "It's nottin' to be sad about, everyone goes in a deep sleep sometimes." Sandface's eyes brighten a tab bit. As Fawnfur brought some cobwebs to Graypatch, Sandface licked this very deep puncture wound from where Whistleflight had stabbed him, when he landed on her, when bowling her over. "Ohh, that looks like you got stabbed by a dog's tooth." He said with worried eyes. "It's nothing, I can shake it off." Sandface thought that, and made her think that, but she knew, that deep down, that was the worse pain she had experienced in all her life. "I'll get some cobwebs." Fawnfur rushed off to his den, and brought a load of cobwebs. "Are all those for me." She spit out. "No, i just don't feel like going back and forth a million and one times." Lazy furball, Sandface thought. Fawnfur pressed the cobwebs on her gash, she winced hard. "It's okay Sandface, I know your a rooky and all, but it shouldn't hurt to bad." "You're right," Sandface whispered in a disapproving manner.
As Fawnfur walked away to check other cats, Sandface noticed Graypatch walking toward the warriors den. "Wait up, Graypatch." He stopped immediatly. "Thanks for you know, saving me from Whistleflight in the battle," she spilled out in a good tone. "Oh it's nothing," he said. "I'd help any friend that needs help from another clan attack."
As they walked into the den, they saw two apprentices changing everyones bedding. "Thanks Furnpaw, Ashpaw." Sandface nodded approvingly, while the apprentices eyes glowed. When they left, Sandface laid down on her new bedding. "Ahh, nice and warm, soft, I need bedding like this every time it's changed." "Well don't be to greedy," Graypatched managed to yawn. Graypatch stood next to Sandface, watched her eyes close sleepily, then he curled up next to her, touching her slightly with his back. Sandface thought for a second, does Graypatch like me really that much?
Sandface woke with a jolt from graypatch. "What do ya want GrayPatch?" said SandFace. "Hurry come quick, we're being attacked," he had hardly managed to choke out the words. At that point, i noticed his neck was bleeding from a deep gash right by his chin. Sandface jumped up with courage, and passtionatly said to Graypatch, "Are you okay Graypatch, maybe you should go see Fawnfur." "Not enough time." He barely managed to speak out in gasps of little air. "Ok, but if you die, i'll tell them that you didn't listen!" Sandface said, with a litte amusement in her voice.
She jumped out of the den, and all around her was the stench of blood...and death. There was two dead Windclan cats in the middle of the clearing. Their stench rose up in Sandface's throat. She just realized they were battling Windclan. But for what reason, she thought. Nothing had happened in a while. The last thing that has happened was like four moons ago, when Stonepaw was hunting a juicy looking rabbit, and accidently chased it all the way to Windclan's territory. But why would Windclan still be back? He was the newest apprentice, and didn't mean to. She thought for a minute. But there was no time.
Suddenly, a body crashed into her. Sandface tried to scrabble to her paws, but she was pinned down! What was she going to do? She noticed that Whisleflight was on top of her, holding her down with his front paws, and with is back paws, he was digging into her precious soft belly. She yowled with terror, that alerted Graypatch, he came to her rescue. He bowled Whistleflight over with one knock. Whistleflight was running around him, trying to make him dizzy. I jumped on Whistleflight's back, while he was destracted for a moment, Graypatch dived for his soft belly. They were rolling around, Graypatch tumbling with stretched out claws against Whistleflight's belly, while Sandface was raking her claws down his back, nipping at his ears and face. Whistleflight finally gave, he dropped to the ground, dust flew. And in an instant, there was no Whistleflight, he has dissapeared! But Sandface saw where he had gone. There was a long dark red trail of blood going in their territory direction. Sandface lifted her chin, tasted the air, and said "He's gone now, and i'd doubt he's gonna come back any time soon!" Graypatch gave a little grunt of satifaction.
Sandface thanked Graypatch, and turned around. There was few Windclan left. Only their leader, Cedarstar, the deputy, Thornpatch, an apprentice named, Clawpaw, who had a very badly injured leg, and a warrior that had an odd smell to him. He didn't look like a warrior Sandface had seen before. He was fat, and slow, getting nipped at everywhere by Mousefur. Sandface cocked her head, thought for a minute, then snapped back into reality. He was a kittypet! What was Windlcan doing being in non-clan born cats into their clan? Has some died of greencough, or whitecough? Sandface woud never know for sure, but she was going to find out.
As everyone chipped in to nip at the last remaining cats, Ceaderstar finally yelled, "Retreat." Our leader, Sunstar yowled back to them, as they left towards their own territory, "We tought you a lesson, never come and attack a clan, for no reason, you lost, for your own good. Don't come back now ya hear." Amusement lit up in his eyes as the kittypet of their clan turned around and came right up to Sunstar. Sunstar didn't flinch. The kitty pet whispered smelly breath into his face, "Tell us what to do, and we'll rip you to shreds!" Then he took off in the direction he came from.
After the battle, the mediine cat, Fawnfur, came out of his den with lots of herbs. He ran to each cat, checking for deep gashes, and other wounds that could get infections easily. He came up to Graypatch next. "Why didn't you come to me sooner Graypatch? You look like a shriveled up shrew, thats been messed with by a kit. You're all bloody everywhere!" He spoke in a calm tone. Graypatch gave him a cold hard stare. Fawnfur understood. "Well, we'll fix that right up won't we. And after I get some cobwebs to patch these up, i want you to rest in your den. Then later, go sweep the leaves out of the elders den, they're complaining." Graypatch started with a cracked voice, "Ok Fawnfur, i'll do whatever, as long as i get some rest." His voice cleared. "But if those elders get all mad because i get cleaning, i'm blaming you!" Fawnfur looked at him with his whiskers twitching. "Ok, whatever you say."
He went up to Sandface. "Got any bad wounds at all, probably not, since you slept through most of the battle." "What do you mean Fawnfur, don't you think i would've woken up?" "No." He said, "I had to send Graypatch to go get your furball butt outta that there den." Sandface shuffled her paws, and looked at the ground. "It's nottin' to be sad about, everyone goes in a deep sleep sometimes." Sandface's eyes brighten a tab bit. As Fawnfur brought some cobwebs to Graypatch, Sandface licked this very deep puncture wound from where Whistleflight had stabbed him, when he landed on her, when bowling her over. "Ohh, that looks like you got stabbed by a dog's tooth." He said with worried eyes. "It's nothing, I can shake it off." Sandface thought that, and made her think that, but she knew, that deep down, that was the worse pain she had experienced in all her life. "I'll get some cobwebs." Fawnfur rushed off to his den, and brought a load of cobwebs. "Are all those for me." She spit out. "No, i just don't feel like going back and forth a million and one times." Lazy furball, Sandface thought. Fawnfur pressed the cobwebs on her gash, she winced hard. "It's okay Sandface, I know your a rooky and all, but it shouldn't hurt to bad." "You're right," Sandface whispered in a disapproving manner.
As Fawnfur walked away to check other cats, Sandface noticed Graypatch walking toward the warriors den. "Wait up, Graypatch." He stopped immediatly. "Thanks for you know, saving me from Whistleflight in the battle," she spilled out in a good tone. "Oh it's nothing," he said. "I'd help any friend that needs help from another clan attack."
As they walked into the den, they saw two apprentices changing everyones bedding. "Thanks Furnpaw, Ashpaw." Sandface nodded approvingly, while the apprentices eyes glowed. When they left, Sandface laid down on her new bedding. "Ahh, nice and warm, soft, I need bedding like this every time it's changed." "Well don't be to greedy," Graypatched managed to yawn. Graypatch stood next to Sandface, watched her eyes close sleepily, then he curled up next to her, touching her slightly with his back. Sandface thought for a second, does Graypatch like me really that much?
