Post by STREAMY ?! on Dec 23, 2006 14:04:38 GMT -5
BROOKHEART'S STORY (can't think of a title)
CHAPTER I
Brookheart shivered. It was the middle of leaf-bare, and she was out on an unsuccessful hunting patrol with her best friend Sunclaw, apprentice Hawkpaw, and another Clanmate, Whitefrost. She was lagging behind, thinking, and Hawkpaw stepped back to talk to her. "What's wrong?" he mewed. Brookheart shook her head and replied, "Nothing, just thinking." Her apprentice was kind enough not to answer. She thanked StarClan that he was so smart, because she did not particularly want to discuss the subject with him, nor any other cat. Suddenly her ears caught a sound. She recognized the sound of a squirrel scuffling the ground with its paws to find a nut. She turned, dropped into the hunter's crouch, and padded forward as lightly as she could, avoiding the dead leaves on the ground. She soon noticed that the squirrel was more than a bit scrawny, but that was normal for leaf-bare. She got close and pounced, digging her claws into the creature's throat before it could squeal. She took it in her powerful jaws, turned, and raced back toward the patrol. Wait! I gart somfin! she mewed, the squirrel garbling her speech. Huh? asked Whitefrost. She dropped the squirrel and repeated, "I found this. It's probably running short on provisions. Would have starved, anyway."
"Good job," Sunclaw said.
"Hey, I'm not an apprentice," she mewed, frowning.
"Well, I'm sorry for congratulating you for finding prey in this...cold." He glared at her, his golden eyes burning into her own leaf-green ones.
"Whatever." She turned and walked back to camp, yowling back to Hawkpaw and Whitefrost, "I'm going back. Good luck on your own," picking up her squirrel on the way. She knew she got mad easily, but Brookheart knew this was over the top. Returning home from a hunting patrol just a while after leaving for it? It just didn't happen. But she had another thought on her mind, and it was nagging her.
Chapter One to be continued.
CHAPTER I
Brookheart shivered. It was the middle of leaf-bare, and she was out on an unsuccessful hunting patrol with her best friend Sunclaw, apprentice Hawkpaw, and another Clanmate, Whitefrost. She was lagging behind, thinking, and Hawkpaw stepped back to talk to her. "What's wrong?" he mewed. Brookheart shook her head and replied, "Nothing, just thinking." Her apprentice was kind enough not to answer. She thanked StarClan that he was so smart, because she did not particularly want to discuss the subject with him, nor any other cat. Suddenly her ears caught a sound. She recognized the sound of a squirrel scuffling the ground with its paws to find a nut. She turned, dropped into the hunter's crouch, and padded forward as lightly as she could, avoiding the dead leaves on the ground. She soon noticed that the squirrel was more than a bit scrawny, but that was normal for leaf-bare. She got close and pounced, digging her claws into the creature's throat before it could squeal. She took it in her powerful jaws, turned, and raced back toward the patrol. Wait! I gart somfin! she mewed, the squirrel garbling her speech. Huh? asked Whitefrost. She dropped the squirrel and repeated, "I found this. It's probably running short on provisions. Would have starved, anyway."
"Good job," Sunclaw said.
"Hey, I'm not an apprentice," she mewed, frowning.
"Well, I'm sorry for congratulating you for finding prey in this...cold." He glared at her, his golden eyes burning into her own leaf-green ones.
"Whatever." She turned and walked back to camp, yowling back to Hawkpaw and Whitefrost, "I'm going back. Good luck on your own," picking up her squirrel on the way. She knew she got mad easily, but Brookheart knew this was over the top. Returning home from a hunting patrol just a while after leaving for it? It just didn't happen. But she had another thought on her mind, and it was nagging her.
Chapter One to be continued.
