Fang stretched his long limbs before going back to watching Spottedheart train with his son, Brownpaw.
When he had first saw the she-cat be named a warrior he wasn't impressed. She had been scrawny and clumsy. She was timid and uncertain. Something had changed though.
When she had been named a warrior, the trees seemed to sigh as the wind went through them. They seemed to lean in towards the she-cat he had thought was pothetic. Ever since then he has kept a close eye on her. Using the excuse of wanting to make sure his son was being well trained.
"Fang? Still watching Brownpaw?" came Petaltail's sweet mew.
He glanced back at his mate and huffed. "I am just making sure he is being trained well."
Petaltail gave him a look that said she didn't believe him. "If I didn't know you loved me then I would think you have an obsession with Spottedheart." She sat beside him and put her chin on her paws.
Fang turned back to the two younger cats. "Good thing you know better. Its just.... something isn't right with her. I don't know what but its like..."
"Nature is always obeying her?"
Fang's eyes widened and he nodded. "Yes! The trees move with her even though there is no wind! How could that be?"
Petaltail smiled at him. "StarClan works in mysterious ways, Fang. Maybe they have something planned for her. Now come. Let them train alone for once."
Petaltail helped the aging warrior up and they both padded away from the training pair.
..::**SHAKEURTAILZ**::..
Strikekit hissed as his mom continued to lick him clean.
"Now don't get in a fuss." his mom purred out with a chuckle.
"Really Strikekit. Cats would think you are rabid if you keep hissing and spitting like you have been."
Strikekit snapped his head up to find Spottedheart watching him with amusement.
He felt his ears become hot before struggling out of his mom's grasp. "I am not a kit! I can clean myself!"
Spottedheart smiled at the young kit and padded over to him. "I thought that too. Then I was beaten in a fight between a Slashclan elder. An elder of all cats! I finally figured out, that even though I was an apprentice, it doesn't mean I was any better then other cats."
She licked Strikekit's forehead before nodding at Flowerflight. "You have your paws filled."
Spottedheart turned and padded out of the nursery as his brother and sister came running in with their dad hot on their trail. Spottedheart side stepped them and continued on her way.
Even as Strikekit was tackled to the ground by Longkit and Soothkit, his father lecturing them, he couldn't help but think of the brown she-cat named Spottedheart.
When he had first saw the she-cat be named a warrior he wasn't impressed. She had been scrawny and clumsy. She was timid and uncertain. Something had changed though.
When she had been named a warrior, the trees seemed to sigh as the wind went through them. They seemed to lean in towards the she-cat he had thought was pothetic. Ever since then he has kept a close eye on her. Using the excuse of wanting to make sure his son was being well trained.
"Fang? Still watching Brownpaw?" came Petaltail's sweet mew.
He glanced back at his mate and huffed. "I am just making sure he is being trained well."
Petaltail gave him a look that said she didn't believe him. "If I didn't know you loved me then I would think you have an obsession with Spottedheart." She sat beside him and put her chin on her paws.
Fang turned back to the two younger cats. "Good thing you know better. Its just.... something isn't right with her. I don't know what but its like..."
"Nature is always obeying her?"
Fang's eyes widened and he nodded. "Yes! The trees move with her even though there is no wind! How could that be?"
Petaltail smiled at him. "StarClan works in mysterious ways, Fang. Maybe they have something planned for her. Now come. Let them train alone for once."
Petaltail helped the aging warrior up and they both padded away from the training pair.
..::**SHAKEURTAILZ**::..
Strikekit hissed as his mom continued to lick him clean.
"Now don't get in a fuss." his mom purred out with a chuckle.
"Really Strikekit. Cats would think you are rabid if you keep hissing and spitting like you have been."
Strikekit snapped his head up to find Spottedheart watching him with amusement.
He felt his ears become hot before struggling out of his mom's grasp. "I am not a kit! I can clean myself!"
Spottedheart smiled at the young kit and padded over to him. "I thought that too. Then I was beaten in a fight between a Slashclan elder. An elder of all cats! I finally figured out, that even though I was an apprentice, it doesn't mean I was any better then other cats."
She licked Strikekit's forehead before nodding at Flowerflight. "You have your paws filled."
Spottedheart turned and padded out of the nursery as his brother and sister came running in with their dad hot on their trail. Spottedheart side stepped them and continued on her way.
Even as Strikekit was tackled to the ground by Longkit and Soothkit, his father lecturing them, he couldn't help but think of the brown she-cat named Spottedheart.
Fang stretched his long limbs before going back to watching Spottedheart train with his son, Brownpaw.
When he had first saw the she-cat be named a warrior he wasn't impressed. She had been scrawny and clumsy. She was timid and uncertain. Something had changed though.
When she had been named a warrior, the trees seemed to sigh as the wind went through them. They seemed to lean in towards the she-cat he had thought was pothetic. Ever since then he has kept a close eye on her. Using the excuse of wanting to make sure his son was being well trained.
"Fang? Still watching Brownpaw?" came Petaltail's sweet mew.
He glanced back at his mate and huffed. "I am just making sure he is being trained well."
Petaltail gave him a look that said she didn't believe him. "If I didn't know you loved me then I would think you have an obsession with Spottedheart." She sat beside him and put her chin on her paws.
Fang turned back to the two younger cats. "Good thing you know better. Its just.... something isn't right with her. I don't know what but its like..."
"Nature is always obeying her?"
Fang's eyes widened and he nodded. "Yes! The trees move with her even though there is no wind! How could that be?"
Petaltail smiled at him. "StarClan works in mysterious ways, Fang. Maybe they have something planned for her. Now come. Let them train alone for once."
Petaltail helped the aging warrior up and they both padded away from the training pair.
..::**SHAKEURTAILZ**::..
Strikekit hissed as his mom continued to lick him clean.
"Now don't get in a fuss." his mom purred out with a chuckle.
"Really Strikekit. Cats would think you are rabid if you keep hissing and spitting like you have been."
Strikekit snapped his head up to find Spottedheart watching him with amusement.
He felt his ears become hot before struggling out of his mom's grasp. "I am not a kit! I can clean myself!"
Spottedheart smiled at the young kit and padded over to him. "I thought that too. Then I was beaten in a fight between a Slashclan elder. An elder of all cats! I finally figured out, that even though I was an apprentice, it doesn't mean I was any better then other cats."
She licked Strikekit's forehead before nodding at Flowerflight. "You have your paws filled."
Spottedheart turned and padded out of the nursery as his brother and sister came running in with their dad hot on their trail. Spottedheart side stepped them and continued on her way.
Even as Strikekit was tackled to the ground by Longkit and Soothkit, his father lecturing them, he couldn't help but think of the brown she-cat named Spottedheart.
When he had first saw the she-cat be named a warrior he wasn't impressed. She had been scrawny and clumsy. She was timid and uncertain. Something had changed though.
When she had been named a warrior, the trees seemed to sigh as the wind went through them. They seemed to lean in towards the she-cat he had thought was pothetic. Ever since then he has kept a close eye on her. Using the excuse of wanting to make sure his son was being well trained.
"Fang? Still watching Brownpaw?" came Petaltail's sweet mew.
He glanced back at his mate and huffed. "I am just making sure he is being trained well."
Petaltail gave him a look that said she didn't believe him. "If I didn't know you loved me then I would think you have an obsession with Spottedheart." She sat beside him and put her chin on her paws.
Fang turned back to the two younger cats. "Good thing you know better. Its just.... something isn't right with her. I don't know what but its like..."
"Nature is always obeying her?"
Fang's eyes widened and he nodded. "Yes! The trees move with her even though there is no wind! How could that be?"
Petaltail smiled at him. "StarClan works in mysterious ways, Fang. Maybe they have something planned for her. Now come. Let them train alone for once."
Petaltail helped the aging warrior up and they both padded away from the training pair.
..::**SHAKEURTAILZ**::..
Strikekit hissed as his mom continued to lick him clean.
"Now don't get in a fuss." his mom purred out with a chuckle.
"Really Strikekit. Cats would think you are rabid if you keep hissing and spitting like you have been."
Strikekit snapped his head up to find Spottedheart watching him with amusement.
He felt his ears become hot before struggling out of his mom's grasp. "I am not a kit! I can clean myself!"
Spottedheart smiled at the young kit and padded over to him. "I thought that too. Then I was beaten in a fight between a Slashclan elder. An elder of all cats! I finally figured out, that even though I was an apprentice, it doesn't mean I was any better then other cats."
She licked Strikekit's forehead before nodding at Flowerflight. "You have your paws filled."
Spottedheart turned and padded out of the nursery as his brother and sister came running in with their dad hot on their trail. Spottedheart side stepped them and continued on her way.
Even as Strikekit was tackled to the ground by Longkit and Soothkit, his father lecturing them, he couldn't help but think of the brown she-cat named Spottedheart.
