AvatarCat13: I'm really sorry I haven't uploaded in a long while. As usual and to my great shame, I have procrastinated. And I'm sorry. But anyways, let's get this done with.
Later on in this chapter, there will be a reference to WWE wrestling. I think you might recognize some wrestlers in their cat form. There'll be some I like a lot, some I hate with a powerful passion, and some that're okay. And another thing: I won't use their real names: I'll give them alternate names that are like them. Some might be real; some not real.
I'm in a bit of a foul mood right now, thanks to my sister's dogs being at our place longer than intended. So let's just get this done with.
Disclaimer: I don't own Warrior Cats; Erin Hunter does.
Uploading Date: February 8, 2013
Lessons And A Tour
Wildpaw scowled a bit as he swallowed another mouthful of the pellets he saw Kelsey eating. To his relief, the pellets weren't and didn't taste like rabbit droppings, but they sure looked like them. However, there were no ill effects in eating some of this stuff, so he had to eat it. Besides, he knew he had to keep his strength up.
But still...he could not believe he had some syndrome, and he didn't know it for all of his life. He guessed this was why Rockfoot always picked on him for being weak. Wildpaw wanted to prove that he was not weak, but he couldn't now that he was no longer a Clan cat.
"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Kelsey asked, swiping her tongue around her jaws after she ate. Her green eyes were swimming with concern.
Wildpaw sat back, shaking his head. "No, it's gross. How can you stand eating this?"
Kelsey gave him a small smile. "You're used to hunting, aren't you, Wildpaw? Well, I know one place we can go to so you can hunt. Follow me."
At that, she padded on over to the door and slipped through the cat flap. Wildpaw had been in one of those when he went with Kelsey to the "vet", and this "cat flap" he called now would let cats go inside or out whenever they wanted. He felt a little mortified at this; he felt cats should go wherever they wanted, whenever they wanted. But he didn't talk about it as he leapt out of the cat flap and into the garden, where he saw Kelsey sitting on a fence, licking a forepaw.
"Come on, slowpoke!" she called cheerfully. "Let's go!"
"Coming!" Wildpaw called, leaping onto the fence next to her. The scents of leaf-fall were all around him, the leaves falling around them and changing colors.
He watched as the black she-cat leapt down to the ground and padded swiftly down the black Thunderpath. Wildpaw followed her, keeping up the pace and looking around, his young mind wandering around. This place was much more confusing than the ThunderClan camp, but it seemed a bit friendlier than it was there. Several monsters were parked on the same white stone Mae had parked her "van", while others were just sleeping on the Thunderpath. One went by, but Wildpaw and Kelsey had leapt aside to avoid it.
Finally, they had arrived at a large wooded area...that looked like the forest ThunderClan lived at. Wildpaw stared around in awe; this wasn't the forest, but it sure looked like it with several Twoleg things around. Other than that, it was a forest area, covered with trees that shed many different-colored leaves and rocks scattered here and there.
"Wow..." Wildpaw stared around, trying to sniff the sweet scents of the outdoors. "Kelsey, however you found out about this...you're amazing!"
Kelsey looked to the side, and Wildpaw guessed he saw her look half embarrassed and half happy at this praise. Turning back to him, she meowed, "Thanks. It really makes my day when you say that." She flicked her tail over to the nearest log and yowled, "Come on! Race you!"
At this, she ran on over to a fallen log that had created a small bridge for anyone to cross. Feeling some joy in spending this time with her, Wildpaw raced after her, not caring if he was disturbing any prey along the way. They reached the creek and raced each other across the log bridge until they reached the other side, taking in the view around them.
Trees were everywhere, and even though this was at the park, Wildpaw felt like he was home again. But when he thought of ThunderClan, he thought of Rockfoot and how the gray tabby was cruel to him. He pushed that thought away as he found Kelsey near a clump of yellow flowers and pounced on top of her. The black kittypet let out a yowl of surprise before purring and flipping him over onto his back.
"Hey, that was a ThunderClan trick!" Wildpaw purred as she pinned him down.
"Really?" Kelsey asked, looking down at him. "Wow...I never knew that. So anyways, can you show me those hunting moves?"
Wildpaw waited until Kelsey got off of him before asking, "Wait...you want to hunt?"
The kittypet nodded.
So Wildpaw leapt up to his paws before crouching low and slinking into the undergrowth. To Kelsey, who had followed him, he told her, "If you hold your tail up, it won't disturb any leaves and cause the prey to run away. That's what my mentor taught me."
"So you get trained to be a...warrior, right?" Kelsey asked.
"Yeah. Now shush." For the dark tabby had heard a rustling in the bushes.
Then he saw it: a pigeon pecking at something in the ground. A closer look told Wildpaw that it was pecking at an earthworm that was trying to get back under the ground. The gray bird pulled the hardest it could until the worm was completely out of the ground before flying away. Yet Wildpaw did not make a move to catch it.
Kelsey stared at him in shock. "You let it go?"
Wildpaw nodded and tilted his head towards the branched above him. "Look."
So she did and gasped. The pigeon had flown up into the lowest branch, where two hatchlings were cheeping away, noise enough to scare the prey from here to the farm near ShadowClan.
"My mentor always said that if a bird has a nest with chicks, let them go for now," Wildpaw told Kelsey, whose green eyes widened with understanding. "When they grow up, then you can get a hold on them."
"Wow...your mentor must be really smart," she mewed. "So can you show me with real prey?"
Wildpaw nodded. "Sure."
So the two young cats went on a while until they reached a small clearing. There, in a small clump of grass, was a mouse. The small brown rodent was up on its hind feet, nibbling swiftly on a single seed. Wildpaw saw that Kelsey had gone silent now and flicked his tail up to show her what to do with it. He was happy to see her mimic him, wondering if this was what it felt like to be a mentor.
Just then, without warning, Kelsey had sprung forth and leapt after the mouse. Noticing her above it, the mouse gave a squeak and fled into the bushes, Kelsey following it. Wildpaw gave a small sigh and sat down; this was not what he had intended, but he decided to wait until she was finished. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Finally, Kelsey had come back...with the mouse in her jaws. Wildpaw sat up quickly, shocked at how she caught it so easily.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "That sure was fast!"
"Thanks," Kelsey mewed after setting the mouse down. Looking down at it a bit, she mewed, "You know...I've asked what it was like to eat a mouse, but some of my friends said it tasted disgusting. So can I try it?"
"Sure," Wildpaw replied. "In a Clan, warriors and apprentices have to wait to eat until the elders, queens, and kits are fed first. But since you're a kittypet, you can go ahead and eat it."
So Kelsey crouched down beside the small morsel and took a small yet nimble bite from it. At first, by the look on her face, Wildpaw thought she was going to throw up and say it really was disgusting. But then...she chewed up the mouse meat, swallowed, and gave a small purr.
After having eaten the mouse, she purred, "That was delicious! It tasted a bit like that pizza from the night before."
Wildpaw purred, "I'm glad you like it. So how about a tour around the rest of the town?"
The late afternoon sun made the puddles from last night's rain shine brightly into Wildpaw's eyes. He and Kelsey had come out of the park (after eating a good catch) and started exploring around Twolegplace, but this was nothing like the forest. Huge buildings were here and there, and at some places, there was some food being served to the Twolegs. Despite feeling a bit at home in Twolegplace, Wildpaw did not want to stay here for long.
The two cats had just started padding past a stop sign when Kelsey turned to face him. Wildpaw had no idea what she was going to say next.
"Have you learned how to fight?" the kittypet asked.
But Wildpaw stopped right there. Brackenstar hadn't taught him fighting skills yet, and when he had to learn them, Rockfoot had been harsh on him. On one paw, he wanted to tell Kelsey about how he couldn't do it; on the other paw, he wanted to impress her. That, and he had seen some of the warriors training their apprentices in the training hollow.
So there's one thing to do.
"Yeah, I know some moves," he told her. "As apprentices, we have to learn the basics before we go on to the hard stuff. So I can teach you what I know."
Kelsey nodded with a warm smile. "Sounds good to me."
So he led her over to where there was a small space behind a building called "Burger King." There, Wildpaw leapt onto a tall tubed silver boulder and crouched; he had seen Stonepaw and Firepaw train in this with their mentors. Kelsey watched as he leapt up into the air and swiped at the air as if he was catching a bird before landing on the ground.
"Wow...that was good," Kelsey mewed. "What kind of move was that?"
"I'm not sure," Wildpaw replied, trying to find the right words for it. "I thought it was for catching birds...but I don't know. Anyways, let's see you do it."
Kelsey nodded and leapt onto the same silver boulder Wildpaw was on and crouched; the crouch itself was okay. He looked up as she tried to turn around in a perfect spin after she jumped, but she didn't spin all the way and landed on an old boot. She looked confused as she looked back at the boulder, apparently wondering why she didn't do the move right.
Wildpaw tilted her head to one side and mewed, "I don't think that's what you had to do."
"Then what was I supposed to do?" Kelsey asked, her eyes shining happily despite her tone.
Wildpaw was about to answer when they saw a tabby tom race by them and barge into him. Falling back, he hissed, "Hey! That hurt!"
"Sorry, kid!" the tabby meowed kindly. "But tonight's wrestling's gonna be epic!"
"Wrestling?" But Wildpaw was staring more at the tabby instead of hearing the word. This cat looked like he was a few moons older than his mother Brownfur, so he was definitely an adult. But the weirdest part was this: he had the same dark tabby pelt (with a gray patch on his nose), the same blue-gray eyes, and the same build.
Kelsey nodded. "I think I've heard of wrestling from Mae before. She lets me watch it on television often."
The tabby stared at her. "You're a house cat then? Well, I'll bet you know the rules. Come on, I'll lead you there."
He hared away, and Wildpaw and Kelsey followed him through the alley away from the warm smells of Twoleg food. They had to leap over several fallen boxes and piles of rubbish before they arrived at a clearing between four large buildings. And before them...were lots of cats.
Cats of every shade of colors were there, all circling a large rug that was laid out before them. A small black-&-white cat and a gray cat with a white mask and boots were fighting two black cats, throwing each other down often and pawing at each other with claws sheathed. Wildpaw was amazed; this was like warrior training except they were fighting...and they weren't using their claws. Instead, it looked like a trial of strength rather than a fight to the death.
Could this be a new style of fighting?
But then, the black-&-white cat suddenly jumped off of the gray tom's back and pinned a black cat down while the gray cat fought off the other one. In three seconds, the black cat was down, and the crowd was yowling now. A loud voice then called out, "Here are your winners! Rey and Cara Sin!"
The two toms were in the middle of the "arena", cheering and yowling as their foes slunk away, looking furious but defeated. Wildpaw and Kelsey shared looks with one another before they joined the crowd in their cheering. They would have gone on further if they didn't hear a very unfamiliar yet very intimidating voice.
"We are The Guard!"
Wildpaw wanted to cover his ears at the sound of the harsh barking voice. When he looked back up, the crowd was booing, and three tabby cats stalked into the "arena". These cats were some of the creepiest cats he had ever seen; even ShadowClan looked nice. The look on Kelsey's face told him that she was also disturbed by the looks of this cat.
"Who are they?" she was asking no one in particular.
The tabby they met earlier had a grimace on his face as he explained, "That's the Guard. They're some of the nastiest cats around...and have hearts to match. Plus..." He leaned in closer and whispered to them, "I heard they've been working for the champion, who's also a fox-heart."
Wildpaw watched on as the tabby cats stalked out into the arena and glowered at the audience. When they booed, the biggest cat growled, "I am Seth!"
"I am Dean!" one with a torn ear roared.
"And I am Roman!" one with a missing eye yowled. "And we are...The Guard!"
"For too long, Punk has been disrespected in the ring," Seth drawled. "He is your champion, and you have the nerve to disrespect him."
Ignoring most of the booing, Roman added, "He's held the champion collar for over a year now, and you boo him every day! So you all need to respect him!"
Dean finished, "And to help us make you all listen, we have gotten an ally from the forest who can do just that."
Wildpaw was shocked; they had gotten a Clan cat to join them? He looked on some more as a gray tabby cat stalked out from behind some boxes and stood by the Guard. But when Wildpaw saw this cat, he felt his insides freeze.
He recognized the cat who was now standing next to the Guard, his green eyes narrowed in displeasure. The cat's gray tabby pelt was also bristling with disdain and strictness. He also recalled the painful treatment he had given him when he had been kicked out of ThunderClan.
What was Rockfoot doing here in Twolegplace? The ThunderClan warrior had been a firm believer in not going near the Twolegplace and insulting kittypets. But what was he doing in a place he despised so much? Just before he could gasp, he felt Kelsey bristle beside him.
"Isn't it that cat who drove you out of ThunderClan?" the black she-cat hissed to him. "What on earth is he doing here?"
"I have no idea," Wildpaw whispered back in dread. He felt himself shrink low until he was hiding behind the tabby tom.
Then Rockfoot began yowling to the crowd, "You better shut up, all of you! The Clans have kicked me out unfairly, and it's time to kick those out who are against Punk! Anyone who is against Punk must leave the arena right now!"
"Liar!" the tabby beside Wildpaw roared.
"What?" Rockfoot growled, whipping around to glare at the rogue tabby tom. "I dare you to say that again!"
Wildpaw, unable to help himself, called, "He just said you're a liar, and he's right! That's what you've always been!"
But then...he almost wished he had kept his mouth shut. Rockfoot turned his head around slowly and spotted the young tabby glaring up at him with narrowed hazel eyes. Wildpaw shivered at the hatred in his glare, and as if sensing a weakness, his glare intensified. He now wished he had not arrived in the Twolegplace if he had known the ThunderClan warrior was here.
Rockfoot snarled, "What're you doing here, kit? Did you decide to come crawling here to the Twolegs? Typical weakling!"
Wildpaw looked away, not wanting to answer. But then, Kelsey snapped at the warrior, "How dare you say that! You drove him out of ThunderClan!"
"What'd you say to me, kittypet?" the gray tabby hissed. When she didn't answer, Rockfoot taunted, "You think you can protect him forever? Why don't you fight me here and now?"
"She won't." The rogue tabby who brought them here stood up now, glaring at Rockfoot. "She's only around seven moons old. How about you fight me instead?"
He'd really do that? Wildpaw was amazed to hear this. He had barely known the tabby tom for minutes, and here he was, defending two kits like it was nothing. For some odd reason, he felt a bit of gratitude towards the rogue.
Rockfoot whipped his head around to growl, "I know about you, Tony. How you like to have a fight once in a while." Stalking close until their muzzles almost touched and their whiskers brushed against each other, he spat, "You're on."
To be continued...
AvatarCat13: I'm not much in the mood right now for any other stuff to add. But I will say this...in July, I'm gonna be an uncle. My sister will be having a baby girl sometime in July, and that means I'll have a niece.
So anyways, read and review, folks! Those who do will get a virtual plush doll or figurine of their favorite Warrior Cats character in the actual series. There'll be lots more characters in Dawn Of The Clans, but we'll have to see them later. I do NOT allow any flames on this story or any other story, EVER, but I allow advice and constructive criticism as long as it's not too harsh.
Once again, I'm sorry I'm not in the mood for anything else. You can thank my sister's two dogs for that. And today's been my Friday the 13th.
See ya next time. And Happy early Valentine's Day.