Small Warriors SwiftXBright ThingySwiftpaw stalked around ThunderClan camp in a rage. His amber eyes flashed angrily as he padded over to the other apprentices, who were talking about Cloudtail, now a warrior."I heard Fireheart saying her fought like TigerClan," Ashpaw said, a bit spaced out. Swiftpaw's patched fur bristled at the praise of the new warrior."How could a kittypet like him become a warrior before us?!" he raged, directing it at Brightpaw and Thornpaw. Brightpaw shrugged, Thornpaw lowered his head. "Hey, Brightpaw, Thornpaw,' Swiftpaw whispered, a brilliant idea popping into his head. "Let's go find that pack of dogs that's fending off our prey," he said a bit devilishly. Thornpaw's eyes widened."You can't be serious, Swiftpaw! That's suicidal!"Narrowing his eyes, Swiftpaw snapped his tail back and forth. "Anything to become a warrior." Turning to Brightpaw, he lifted his head, awaiting a response. Brightpaw shook her head."Swiftpaw, you can't do this. We can become warriors like a noble cat. It can't
Title-less Pt.1Why? I don't know, something I started writing right at the end of my last period. Don't ask. Here goes:~~~Brzt, brzt, brzt. The alarm clock rang in my ears as I slammed my hand on it in a gesture telling it to shut the heck up. Seconds later, my eyelids rocketed open. August 25. My twelfth birthday. The day I got my starter Pokemon. I literally threw on clothes and my hair into a crude ponytail and dashed out."'Scuse me, birthday girl, you're not going to Professor Juniper's looking like that?" my mom halted me. I slumped and slowly turned around. "Go brush your hair put on nice clothes," she instructed, putting emphasis on "nice". I climbed the stairs again, feeling tired once more. I put on "nice" clothes and redid my hair. I had to admit, I looked a million times better."Okay mom, NOW I'm going.""Not hungry?""Nope," but my stomach growled in protest. Pokemon first, I told it."Alright. Have fun!"Oh, I will.