Chapter5
Lilypaw
"StarClan honors you for your skills and kindness. I name you Lilysong."
Greystar pressed his muzzle to the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you, my daughter," he whisper.
Lilysong respectfully licked his shoulder. "Thank you, Father."
"Lilysong! Lilysong!"
Lilysong!
She gasped. She knew that voice. Mother?
I'm always with you. I told you that I'd be the first to call you by your warrior name. I'm so proud of you, Lilysong.
"Thank you," she whispered again.
Lilysong padded into the clearing, where several cats were cheering for her, chanting her name.
But, I haven't really done anything.
She remembered when Icescar was made a warrior. He had defended the Clan from a hostile otter, and had the scar on his eye to prove it.
Speak of the devil, Icescar went towards the newly made warrior to pat her with his tail.
"Nice work, Lilysong," he chuckled. "Too bad you don't have a name that represents you."
She looked at him in confusion. "I don't follow you..."
"Your name doesn't represent something you've gained...or something you've lost."
She didn't understand. He didn't exactly lost his eye!
"This scar represents all I've done to support this Clan," he growled. "It makes me know why I have to do every day...defend them!"
"You sound insane," she spat.
"Do I?" There was a gleam in his eye as Icescar padded to join Gorseclaw.
Lilysong scoffed. "He's so narcissistic!"
"Who is?"
She was startled and turned around. It was Shadowheart.
"You keep scaring me!" she gasped.
"S-s-sorry," he stammered. "Hey, I-uh-I guess I do have stealth."
"Maybe you do," she purred.
"Oh." He seemed to have remembered what to say. "C-c-congratulations on being a warrior, Lilysong."
"Thank you." She dipped her head politely.
"W-we're still hunting together, r-right?"
She nodded, grinning. "I'd figure we were. Now, I have to go and make a nest."
"We've made one for you!"
Lilysong turned around, seeing that Otterwhisker, a golden tabby she-cat and her former mentor, and Primrosesplash, a pale grey she-cat, had a nest made in the warriors' den.
"Thank you," she called as the other she-cats padded farther into the warriors' den. "Now, I just need a place to put that nest," she sighed to herself.
"I-if you want," Shadowheart offered, "you c-can put your nest n-n-next to mine. Uh, I mean, Snowfire sleeps there, too, but n-n-not next next to me, or a-a-anything--"
She purred softly as he struggled to find the right words.
"--What I mean is, n-not a lot of c-c-c-cats sleep there, but it's nice and qu-qu-quiet."
He looked down, as if he knew he'd be rejected. Lilysong sadly took pity on him. He was lonely.
"Sure," she answered. "Thanks."
"N-no," he protested. "Thank you."
Lilysong sighed, going inside the warriors' den. She found the woven bedding the other she-cats gave her, and she searched for where his nest could possibly be.
Then, she saw it. A sorry looking nest, solely at the back corner of the den. And, it had nettles and burrs all over it, as if some cat was playing a practical joke on the cat who slept there.
It had to be Shadowheart's.
Grabby her nest, she hauled it over towards the lonely corner. Once she reached it, she began to brush off the burrs that were in his bedding with her tail. The unfortunate thing about this was that now she had to groom her tail.
"No way."
"Is she seriously...?"
She heard warriors gather around her as she nipped at a nettle on her tail. When she looked up, she saw several faces staring at her in disbelief.
"What? Nettles are itchy!"
"You're seriously thinking on putting your nest next to his?" Primrosesplash gasped.
She nodded. "What's wrong with that?"
"He's an i.diot in a half!" Streamfur, a blue-grey tom, exclaimed.
"He can barely keep up with patrols," Kestrelleaf, a ginger tabby tom, meowed. "He's always shying away in the back!"
"And his stuttering can make a bird explode!" A grey tom named Shadewhisker then began to mock him. "'Th-th-th-there's s-so much w-work to be d-d-d-d-done! W-we-we've all g-g-g-g-g-g--ARGH! I'll n-never get it r-r-right!"
The other warriors were laughing, but Lilysong was the least amused.
She sat down in her newly made nest, her tail wrapped around her forepaws. She then saw Primrosesplash cracking a joke about Shadowheart, as well. She didn't even want to listen. But then, she noticed that she wasn't the only one who wasn't taunting the black tom.
It was Snowfire, Shadowheart's littermate. Lilysong always noticed that they were close, and Snowfire seemed to not like the idea of mocks and impersonations. He glared at the warriors that were having a good time laughing at his brother.
Lilysong noticed that the white tom really was laying down in a nest on the other side of Shadowheart's. Snowfire looked back at the young grey tabby warrior.
"You must be Lilysong, I presume," he mewed. "I apologize, my eyes aren't so great in the dimmed light."
"Yes, I am. You know, I have a question. Why do they always make fun of him?"
He sighed. "They always did, ever since he was born. He was a tiny kit, and when he first opened his eyes and stammered his first sentence, the whole Clan seemed to have gone nuts for a good stutter from the clutz."
She murmured. "Oh, that's terrible."
"I know," he agreed. "I just wish that they'd stop."
"Me, too. I thought that the taunts would end once I became a warrior, since the apprentices make fun of him, too."
Snowfire shrugged. "It seems that he'll just be the laughing stock throughout all Clan history."
She noticed that the sun really was setting. "Er, I have to go. It's my vigil, you know."
He nodded. "You don't want to get in trouble by being in here."
Lilysong got up, saying goodbye to Snowfire. As she left, the other warriors were taunting Shadowheart, still.
"Er, uh, er-er-er-uh..." Kestrelleaf then slipped deliberately. "Aww man!"
"You know, it's not really that funny!"
The other warriors then were silent, jerking their heads towards Lilysong. But, in that same instant, they were all in their group together, mocking and laughing.
Lilysong growled, pressing onward towards the entrance of the camp. It was her vigil now, she can't mess it up because of the evil of mockery.
Lilypaw
"StarClan honors you for your skills and kindness. I name you Lilysong."
Greystar pressed his muzzle to the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you, my daughter," he whisper.
Lilysong respectfully licked his shoulder. "Thank you, Father."
"Lilysong! Lilysong!"
Lilysong!
She gasped. She knew that voice. Mother?
I'm always with you. I told you that I'd be the first to call you by your warrior name. I'm so proud of you, Lilysong.
"Thank you," she whispered again.
Lilysong padded into the clearing, where several cats were cheering for her, chanting her name.
But, I haven't really done anything.
She remembered when Icescar was made a warrior. He had defended the Clan from a hostile otter, and had the scar on his eye to prove it.
Speak of the devil, Icescar went towards the newly made warrior to pat her with his tail.
"Nice work, Lilysong," he chuckled. "Too bad you don't have a name that represents you."
She looked at him in confusion. "I don't follow you..."
"Your name doesn't represent something you've gained...or something you've lost."
She didn't understand. He didn't exactly lost his eye!
"This scar represents all I've done to support this Clan," he growled. "It makes me know why I have to do every day...defend them!"
"You sound insane," she spat.
"Do I?" There was a gleam in his eye as Icescar padded to join Gorseclaw.
Lilysong scoffed. "He's so narcissistic!"
"Who is?"
She was startled and turned around. It was Shadowheart.
"You keep scaring me!" she gasped.
"S-s-sorry," he stammered. "Hey, I-uh-I guess I do have stealth."
"Maybe you do," she purred.
"Oh." He seemed to have remembered what to say. "C-c-congratulations on being a warrior, Lilysong."
"Thank you." She dipped her head politely.
"W-we're still hunting together, r-right?"
She nodded, grinning. "I'd figure we were. Now, I have to go and make a nest."
"We've made one for you!"
Lilysong turned around, seeing that Otterwhisker, a golden tabby she-cat and her former mentor, and Primrosesplash, a pale grey she-cat, had a nest made in the warriors' den.
"Thank you," she called as the other she-cats padded farther into the warriors' den. "Now, I just need a place to put that nest," she sighed to herself.
"I-if you want," Shadowheart offered, "you c-can put your nest n-n-next to mine. Uh, I mean, Snowfire sleeps there, too, but n-n-not next next to me, or a-a-anything--"
She purred softly as he struggled to find the right words.
"--What I mean is, n-not a lot of c-c-c-cats sleep there, but it's nice and qu-qu-quiet."
He looked down, as if he knew he'd be rejected. Lilysong sadly took pity on him. He was lonely.
"Sure," she answered. "Thanks."
"N-no," he protested. "Thank you."
Lilysong sighed, going inside the warriors' den. She found the woven bedding the other she-cats gave her, and she searched for where his nest could possibly be.
Then, she saw it. A sorry looking nest, solely at the back corner of the den. And, it had nettles and burrs all over it, as if some cat was playing a practical joke on the cat who slept there.
It had to be Shadowheart's.
Grabby her nest, she hauled it over towards the lonely corner. Once she reached it, she began to brush off the burrs that were in his bedding with her tail. The unfortunate thing about this was that now she had to groom her tail.
"No way."
"Is she seriously...?"
She heard warriors gather around her as she nipped at a nettle on her tail. When she looked up, she saw several faces staring at her in disbelief.
"What? Nettles are itchy!"
"You're seriously thinking on putting your nest next to his?" Primrosesplash gasped.
She nodded. "What's wrong with that?"
"He's an i.diot in a half!" Streamfur, a blue-grey tom, exclaimed.
"He can barely keep up with patrols," Kestrelleaf, a ginger tabby tom, meowed. "He's always shying away in the back!"
"And his stuttering can make a bird explode!" A grey tom named Shadewhisker then began to mock him. "'Th-th-th-there's s-so much w-work to be d-d-d-d-done! W-we-we've all g-g-g-g-g-g--ARGH! I'll n-never get it r-r-right!"
The other warriors were laughing, but Lilysong was the least amused.
She sat down in her newly made nest, her tail wrapped around her forepaws. She then saw Primrosesplash cracking a joke about Shadowheart, as well. She didn't even want to listen. But then, she noticed that she wasn't the only one who wasn't taunting the black tom.
It was Snowfire, Shadowheart's littermate. Lilysong always noticed that they were close, and Snowfire seemed to not like the idea of mocks and impersonations. He glared at the warriors that were having a good time laughing at his brother.
Lilysong noticed that the white tom really was laying down in a nest on the other side of Shadowheart's. Snowfire looked back at the young grey tabby warrior.
"You must be Lilysong, I presume," he mewed. "I apologize, my eyes aren't so great in the dimmed light."
"Yes, I am. You know, I have a question. Why do they always make fun of him?"
He sighed. "They always did, ever since he was born. He was a tiny kit, and when he first opened his eyes and stammered his first sentence, the whole Clan seemed to have gone nuts for a good stutter from the clutz."
She murmured. "Oh, that's terrible."
"I know," he agreed. "I just wish that they'd stop."
"Me, too. I thought that the taunts would end once I became a warrior, since the apprentices make fun of him, too."
Snowfire shrugged. "It seems that he'll just be the laughing stock throughout all Clan history."
She noticed that the sun really was setting. "Er, I have to go. It's my vigil, you know."
He nodded. "You don't want to get in trouble by being in here."
Lilysong got up, saying goodbye to Snowfire. As she left, the other warriors were taunting Shadowheart, still.
"Er, uh, er-er-er-uh..." Kestrelleaf then slipped deliberately. "Aww man!"
"You know, it's not really that funny!"
The other warriors then were silent, jerking their heads towards Lilysong. But, in that same instant, they were all in their group together, mocking and laughing.
Lilysong growled, pressing onward towards the entrance of the camp. It was her vigil now, she can't mess it up because of the evil of mockery.
Chapter5
Lilypaw
"StarClan honors you for your skills and kindness. I name you Lilysong."
Greystar pressed his muzzle to the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you, my daughter," he whisper.
Lilysong respectfully licked his shoulder. "Thank you, Father."
"Lilysong! Lilysong!"
Lilysong!
She gasped. She knew that voice. Mother?
I'm always with you. I told you that I'd be the first to call you by your warrior name. I'm so proud of you, Lilysong.
"Thank you," she whispered again.
Lilysong padded into the clearing, where several cats were cheering for her, chanting her name.
But, I haven't really done anything.
She remembered when Icescar was made a warrior. He had defended the Clan from a hostile otter, and had the scar on his eye to prove it.
Speak of the devil, Icescar went towards the newly made warrior to pat her with his tail.
"Nice work, Lilysong," he chuckled. "Too bad you don't have a name that represents you."
She looked at him in confusion. "I don't follow you..."
"Your name doesn't represent something you've gained...or something you've lost."
She didn't understand. He didn't exactly lost his eye!
"This scar represents all I've done to support this Clan," he growled. "It makes me know why I have to do every day...defend them!"
"You sound insane," she spat.
"Do I?" There was a gleam in his eye as Icescar padded to join Gorseclaw.
Lilysong scoffed. "He's so narcissistic!"
"Who is?"
She was startled and turned around. It was Shadowheart.
"You keep scaring me!" she gasped.
"S-s-sorry," he stammered. "Hey, I-uh-I guess I do have stealth."
"Maybe you do," she purred.
"Oh." He seemed to have remembered what to say. "C-c-congratulations on being a warrior, Lilysong."
"Thank you." She dipped her head politely.
"W-we're still hunting together, r-right?"
She nodded, grinning. "I'd figure we were. Now, I have to go and make a nest."
"We've made one for you!"
Lilysong turned around, seeing that Otterwhisker, a golden tabby she-cat and her former mentor, and Primrosesplash, a pale grey she-cat, had a nest made in the warriors' den.
"Thank you," she called as the other she-cats padded farther into the warriors' den. "Now, I just need a place to put that nest," she sighed to herself.
"I-if you want," Shadowheart offered, "you c-can put your nest n-n-next to mine. Uh, I mean, Snowfire sleeps there, too, but n-n-not next next to me, or a-a-anything--"
She purred softly as he struggled to find the right words.
"--What I mean is, n-not a lot of c-c-c-cats sleep there, but it's nice and qu-qu-quiet."
He looked down, as if he knew he'd be rejected. Lilysong sadly took pity on him. He was lonely.
"Sure," she answered. "Thanks."
"N-no," he protested. "Thank you."
Lilysong sighed, going inside the warriors' den. She found the woven bedding the other she-cats gave her, and she searched for where his nest could possibly be.
Then, she saw it. A sorry looking nest, solely at the back corner of the den. And, it had nettles and burrs all over it, as if some cat was playing a practical joke on the cat who slept there.
It had to be Shadowheart's.
Grabby her nest, she hauled it over towards the lonely corner. Once she reached it, she began to brush off the burrs that were in his bedding with her tail. The unfortunate thing about this was that now she had to groom her tail.
"No way."
"Is she seriously...?"
She heard warriors gather around her as she nipped at a nettle on her tail. When she looked up, she saw several faces staring at her in disbelief.
"What? Nettles are itchy!"
"You're seriously thinking on putting your nest next to his?" Primrosesplash gasped.
She nodded. "What's wrong with that?"
"He's an i.diot in a half!" Streamfur, a blue-grey tom, exclaimed.
"He can barely keep up with patrols," Kestrelleaf, a ginger tabby tom, meowed. "He's always shying away in the back!"
"And his stuttering can make a bird explode!" A grey tom named Shadewhisker then began to mock him. "'Th-th-th-there's s-so much w-work to be d-d-d-d-done! W-we-we've all g-g-g-g-g-g--ARGH! I'll n-never get it r-r-right!"
The other warriors were laughing, but Lilysong was the least amused.
She sat down in her newly made nest, her tail wrapped around her forepaws. She then saw Primrosesplash cracking a joke about Shadowheart, as well. She didn't even want to listen. But then, she noticed that she wasn't the only one who wasn't taunting the black tom.
It was Snowfire, Shadowheart's littermate. Lilysong always noticed that they were close, and Snowfire seemed to not like the idea of mocks and impersonations. He glared at the warriors that were having a good time laughing at his brother.
Lilysong noticed that the white tom really was laying down in a nest on the other side of Shadowheart's. Snowfire looked back at the young grey tabby warrior.
"You must be Lilysong, I presume," he mewed. "I apologize, my eyes aren't so great in the dimmed light."
"Yes, I am. You know, I have a question. Why do they always make fun of him?"
He sighed. "They always did, ever since he was born. He was a tiny kit, and when he first opened his eyes and stammered his first sentence, the whole Clan seemed to have gone nuts for a good stutter from the clutz."
She murmured. "Oh, that's terrible."
"I know," he agreed. "I just wish that they'd stop."
"Me, too. I thought that the taunts would end once I became a warrior, since the apprentices make fun of him, too."
Snowfire shrugged. "It seems that he'll just be the laughing stock throughout all Clan history."
She noticed that the sun really was setting. "Er, I have to go. It's my vigil, you know."
He nodded. "You don't want to get in trouble by being in here."
Lilysong got up, saying goodbye to Snowfire. As she left, the other warriors were taunting Shadowheart, still.
"Er, uh, er-er-er-uh..." Kestrelleaf then slipped deliberately. "Aww man!"
"You know, it's not really that funny!"
The other warriors then were silent, jerking their heads towards Lilysong. But, in that same instant, they were all in their group together, mocking and laughing.
Lilysong growled, pressing onward towards the entrance of the camp. It was her vigil now, she can't mess it up because of the evil of mockery.
Lilypaw
"StarClan honors you for your skills and kindness. I name you Lilysong."
Greystar pressed his muzzle to the top of her head. "I'm so proud of you, my daughter," he whisper.
Lilysong respectfully licked his shoulder. "Thank you, Father."
"Lilysong! Lilysong!"
Lilysong!
She gasped. She knew that voice. Mother?
I'm always with you. I told you that I'd be the first to call you by your warrior name. I'm so proud of you, Lilysong.
"Thank you," she whispered again.
Lilysong padded into the clearing, where several cats were cheering for her, chanting her name.
But, I haven't really done anything.
She remembered when Icescar was made a warrior. He had defended the Clan from a hostile otter, and had the scar on his eye to prove it.
Speak of the devil, Icescar went towards the newly made warrior to pat her with his tail.
"Nice work, Lilysong," he chuckled. "Too bad you don't have a name that represents you."
She looked at him in confusion. "I don't follow you..."
"Your name doesn't represent something you've gained...or something you've lost."
She didn't understand. He didn't exactly lost his eye!
"This scar represents all I've done to support this Clan," he growled. "It makes me know why I have to do every day...defend them!"
"You sound insane," she spat.
"Do I?" There was a gleam in his eye as Icescar padded to join Gorseclaw.
Lilysong scoffed. "He's so narcissistic!"
"Who is?"
She was startled and turned around. It was Shadowheart.
"You keep scaring me!" she gasped.
"S-s-sorry," he stammered. "Hey, I-uh-I guess I do have stealth."
"Maybe you do," she purred.
"Oh." He seemed to have remembered what to say. "C-c-congratulations on being a warrior, Lilysong."
"Thank you." She dipped her head politely.
"W-we're still hunting together, r-right?"
She nodded, grinning. "I'd figure we were. Now, I have to go and make a nest."
"We've made one for you!"
Lilysong turned around, seeing that Otterwhisker, a golden tabby she-cat and her former mentor, and Primrosesplash, a pale grey she-cat, had a nest made in the warriors' den.
"Thank you," she called as the other she-cats padded farther into the warriors' den. "Now, I just need a place to put that nest," she sighed to herself.
"I-if you want," Shadowheart offered, "you c-can put your nest n-n-next to mine. Uh, I mean, Snowfire sleeps there, too, but n-n-not next next to me, or a-a-anything--"
She purred softly as he struggled to find the right words.
"--What I mean is, n-not a lot of c-c-c-cats sleep there, but it's nice and qu-qu-quiet."
He looked down, as if he knew he'd be rejected. Lilysong sadly took pity on him. He was lonely.
"Sure," she answered. "Thanks."
"N-no," he protested. "Thank you."
Lilysong sighed, going inside the warriors' den. She found the woven bedding the other she-cats gave her, and she searched for where his nest could possibly be.
Then, she saw it. A sorry looking nest, solely at the back corner of the den. And, it had nettles and burrs all over it, as if some cat was playing a practical joke on the cat who slept there.
It had to be Shadowheart's.
Grabby her nest, she hauled it over towards the lonely corner. Once she reached it, she began to brush off the burrs that were in his bedding with her tail. The unfortunate thing about this was that now she had to groom her tail.
"No way."
"Is she seriously...?"
She heard warriors gather around her as she nipped at a nettle on her tail. When she looked up, she saw several faces staring at her in disbelief.
"What? Nettles are itchy!"
"You're seriously thinking on putting your nest next to his?" Primrosesplash gasped.
She nodded. "What's wrong with that?"
"He's an i.diot in a half!" Streamfur, a blue-grey tom, exclaimed.
"He can barely keep up with patrols," Kestrelleaf, a ginger tabby tom, meowed. "He's always shying away in the back!"
"And his stuttering can make a bird explode!" A grey tom named Shadewhisker then began to mock him. "'Th-th-th-there's s-so much w-work to be d-d-d-d-done! W-we-we've all g-g-g-g-g-g--ARGH! I'll n-never get it r-r-right!"
The other warriors were laughing, but Lilysong was the least amused.
She sat down in her newly made nest, her tail wrapped around her forepaws. She then saw Primrosesplash cracking a joke about Shadowheart, as well. She didn't even want to listen. But then, she noticed that she wasn't the only one who wasn't taunting the black tom.
It was Snowfire, Shadowheart's littermate. Lilysong always noticed that they were close, and Snowfire seemed to not like the idea of mocks and impersonations. He glared at the warriors that were having a good time laughing at his brother.
Lilysong noticed that the white tom really was laying down in a nest on the other side of Shadowheart's. Snowfire looked back at the young grey tabby warrior.
"You must be Lilysong, I presume," he mewed. "I apologize, my eyes aren't so great in the dimmed light."
"Yes, I am. You know, I have a question. Why do they always make fun of him?"
He sighed. "They always did, ever since he was born. He was a tiny kit, and when he first opened his eyes and stammered his first sentence, the whole Clan seemed to have gone nuts for a good stutter from the clutz."
She murmured. "Oh, that's terrible."
"I know," he agreed. "I just wish that they'd stop."
"Me, too. I thought that the taunts would end once I became a warrior, since the apprentices make fun of him, too."
Snowfire shrugged. "It seems that he'll just be the laughing stock throughout all Clan history."
She noticed that the sun really was setting. "Er, I have to go. It's my vigil, you know."
He nodded. "You don't want to get in trouble by being in here."
Lilysong got up, saying goodbye to Snowfire. As she left, the other warriors were taunting Shadowheart, still.
"Er, uh, er-er-er-uh..." Kestrelleaf then slipped deliberately. "Aww man!"
"You know, it's not really that funny!"
The other warriors then were silent, jerking their heads towards Lilysong. But, in that same instant, they were all in their group together, mocking and laughing.
Lilysong growled, pressing onward towards the entrance of the camp. It was her vigil now, she can't mess it up because of the evil of mockery.
