Wondering..... (Open to all)

Nightpaw lay in a deserted conor of the camp wondering when he would become a warrior. He had been training for 8 moons now. He was starting to think he would never make it.

Runningpaw padded up to Nightpaw. "Hey,"he mewed casually. Even though he was older than Nightpaw,he was smaller,only reaching Nightpaw's shoulder. He plopped down,and began washing his fur with long,rythmic strokes. When he was done,his black fur shone. He turned back to Nightpaw. "What are you thinking about? You look upset." He remembered that look well,although it had been a while. He had sat in camp for half a moon mourning the loss of his mentor,Dovetail. And then three moons after,when his friend,Gorgepaw,had been killed by his mentor,Spiderfang. He had worn that exact look for a long while,but he had shaken off his sadness to help his Clan.

"I let an elder die! I will never be a warrior!"


(I was looking at Nightpaws bio the other day and I forgot but he is a she!)

From a distance Spottedheart padded away from the cat's surrounding her. She looked up and found two apprentice's relaxing in the middle of the camp. She slowly padded up to them and overheard 'I let an elder die! I will never be a warrior!' Spottedheart padded up quicker now and sat down infront of Nightpaw, "What do you mean, Nightpaw?" she asked, looking down at the apprentice who seemed to look more like a warrior now. 'Should be a warrior now anyways, maybe I should tell Wolfstar about her. Though, where IS Wolfstar?' Spottedheart shook off her thoughts and concentrated on the apprentice.

(Nightpaw is a she! Sorry I made a mistake! I ahve made another thread in territory.)

"It is simple, I let a elder die!" She yowled with sorrow as galloped out of camp.

Spottedheart's ears flicked and she padded away, as she padded she looked at her paws, "No one likes you. All run fom you. Why must you try?" said the threatening voice in her head. She sighed and shook it off and ran out of camp.

Runningpaw just sighed and followed his friend.