[wheatleys]

Soul, me as a warriorcat (In my book The Power Of Eight)

Why do we have to be in Stoneclan?" I asked.

My paws and legs were sore and jacked up, so I couldnt run well. Sitting down, tail curled around my paws neatly, I looked into Chris's blue eyes. "Yea?

Raising into the air, Chris infront of me, I leaned forward and gave Chris a hard whack to the face. Chris hissed and he plummeled over me, biting my neck. Throwing him off, I dug my claws into his shoulders, pinning him, and I bit his muzzle gently. I clambered off and Chris lunged at me, throwing his claws down my chest and my flanks. Scowling in pain, I let my claws scrape freely down his twisted paw and down his spine. He yowled in agony and he threw me against the pavement. I winced in pain. My paws grabbed the ground and furiously, letting out my anger, I put all four paws on his stomach and chucked him off. He went flying into a tree and hit it, sliding down it. I panted, blood heavily oozing out of wounds. Christian was the same. I tried to stand, but I collapsed. Christian looked up and he leaped up, running over to me. "Did I hurt you?" He winced, nudging my face with his cold nose. "Yes..."

"Yea, like, really? The kits will be born in a week now!" I wailed. It had been three and a half moons, and tomorrow I would be an apprentice. "Will we all be apprentices?" I asked. brady, Lincoln, Connor, Nick and noah nodded. "Wheres Chris?" I asked.

Chris stalked quietly, head down, with scars everywhere.