Warriors: Into the Wild

As she flies through the air, she feels true winds zooming through her wings. She never flew here, or at her two-leg place. Moreover, night air, nor a fan air, is not the same as this. The sun beats down on her long fur, and it sheds through the wind. It may be leaf fall, but the sun is still high, and bright. There are many fluffy clouds heading towards their clan, and they may ruin this beautiful day. Dashpaw flies onto a rock taller than Castle Rock, and she looks down at the shady clan. She can tell why it is called Lightningclan. The whole can is in the shape of a lightning bolt.

“Uh?” she hears a faint voice behind her. “Dashpaw, are you OK?” Dashpaw smiles at her friend, Flutterpaw.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says with a smile. She looks down at her new home, still thinking about her kitty-pet home. She then snaps back into reality when Applepaw finally gets to the top of the rock.

“Sparkleheart wants to talk to us! You too Flutterpaw!” They all jump down the rocks, and they bow down to Sparkleheart.

“OK today we we’ll give you a test.” She says. She brings the kits to the middle of the forest. “You will bring as much food to us as possible, and it’s not a race! Do not rush! Take your time!” she sends Dashpaw close to the Two-leg place, and Dashpaw pads off into the dark forest, and sees a mouse. She gets down and slowly pads toward the mouse, and pounces. She kills the mouse on the spot, and hunts some more.

Hours later, at sun high, the kit has buried about ten pieces of prey. She then smells a cat. She knows that Sparkleheart should be watching her, so she ignored it. She was about to pounce on another sparrow, when she heard a twig snap. She thought it was going to be Applepaw, so she went toward it. Then a blue kit jumps out. Dashpaw is hit by it as it jumps onto her.

“What are you doing,” she is cut off by the smell of the cat. She knows this cat. “Lightning?” she asks.

“Dashie! Oh I though I’d never see you again! I thought you were one of those nasty outside cats!” Dashpaw looks at her, and sniffs her again. What’s so different about her? She wonders. Then she realizes she was fixed.

“Lightning,” she mews. “I haven’t seen you forever! I am now Dashpaw!” Lightning pounces on her. Then they hear a stick crack. “You have to get out of here!”

“But!” she yells. Then Dashpaw pushes her away. Applepaw jumps out when she smelled the intruder.

“Oh it’s just you.” She sniffs Dashpaw, and she smells the kitty-pet stench. “Agh, what did you get into!” she gags. Dashpaw smells herself, and she gags too.

“Probably just fell into a owl pod.” She said licking herself off. Applepaw smiles and she jumps back into her hunting place. Dashpaw then walks over to where they are supposed to meet Sparkleheart. The sun is now setting, and she sees all the apprentices sitting waiting for her. Flutterpaw, of course, is licking her paw. She looks up at Dashpaw, and smiles. She is still holding her prey.

“OK Dashpaw you have the most prey. Good job.” Applepaw sighs and Dashpaw sees she has nine pieces of prey. “Good job to all of you. You all have done a great job, but the elders are waiting, and we need to get back.” They all bound back to the clan, and they see all the elders waiting for the kits.

“Thanks youngsters!” says Snowblind, she then dips her head in, and eats a mouse. Dashpaw goes to the fresh-kill pile, to see there is no other fresh kill. It all went to the elders. She saw them eating the mice, and birds.

“I’m going to hunt.” mews Applepaw. Dashpaw nods, and follows her to the woods. They separate, and Dashpaw gets away from the two-leg place. She is starving, but the Warrior Code says the clan has to eat first. She walks over to a lake, and hears a yowl of pain.

“Applepaw!” she yells. The yowling stops. She walks over to a little place next to a lake. She is about to sniff the air, but then she is attacked by a yellow cat, with a fire-like mane, and a fire kitty-mark.

“Yow!” yells Dashpaw. She scratches at the kit, and Dashpaw pins the cat down, and asks, “Who are you and what are doing here?”

“I am Spitfire, and I am healing here.” She says quickly. Dashpaw hears Spitfires stomach growl. She goes out, and kills a mouse. She brings it to Spitfire, and they chomp it down together. Then they hear some one in the bushes.

“The clan always eats first!”