Marywhisker and the Rouges

Marywhisker basked in the warm newleaf sun. Two kits, Marigoldkit and Featherkit, playfully batted at a mouse. The clan was relaxed, The prey pile was full, and the borders were checked. They could just... relax. Fernpaw and Claypaw gleefully played moss ball with Gingerkit, while Daisystar shared tounges with Geckowing, and Yarrowtail dozed in the sun. Marywhisker chuckled as Gingerkit bounced on top of her Fernpaw. Fernpaw faked her death as Gingerstar pretended to claw at her belly fur. Claypaw rushed to his sister's aid. He gently flung the she-kit off her sister and got in battle position. Marywwhisker smiled, but she couldn't help to want to hunt. She wanted to stretch her legs, but the warrior code said it. Don't hunt when prey is not needed. It was disrespectful to the forest. Maybe a walk would be nice. Marywhisker yawned and got up, stretching her legs. It didn't feel natural to sit around all day, that's why she had run away from her two-legs. Even if she hadn't enjoyed being a kittypet, she knew the owners thought they were doing what was best. She was only eight moons, so maybe they thought it wasn't safe. In honor of them, she kept her original name, Mary. Marywhisker easily climbed up the gorge, knowing the path like her own name. She breathed in the scents of the forest. Thyme, juniper, mouse, and the sweet smell of ''Honey! ''Marywhisker licked her lips as she crawled up to the buzzing nest. She reached up a paw at the nest and was rewarded with a honeycomb. She quickly put it in her jaw and ran as the bees charged after her. In the end, it was worth it. She got four stings and some sweet honey. Marywhisker licked up the sweet liquid as though it was water. She loved honey! At last, she licked up the last of the sweet yellow liquid from her paws. She realized that her bee stings should probably be treated, but she wanted to stay in the forest. To roam! She sniffed the air, and to her surprise, a rouge scent drifted to her. She looked back and saw the tom rouge. He had a puffy chest, and midnight black fur, with a silver stripe running up his neck and onto his face. Marywhisker growled, and the tom raised a cat-brow at her. "Well, hello." He mewed, as though he was annoyed. He patted her on the nose as if she were a kit. "Try not to be so hostile dear. I was just taking a walk." Marywhisker stared at the black tom Who does he think he is? She lifted a paw to give him a scratch to remember, but he just threw her paw to the side and smiled. "I'm Newt, you?" Marywhisker yowled at him. "Get off Skyclan's territory!" Newt rolled his eyes. "You clan cats think you're so big and entitled. Could you just let me leave? Oh and, name?" Marywhisker growled at him. ''Maybe if I just tell him my name, he'll leave! ''Marywhisker gave her paw a couple of licks. "I'm Marywhisker." Newt nodded, and then in a playful smile, he mewed. "Can I call ya Mary?" Marywhisker was filled with outrage. She was no longer a kittypet! She lunged at him and gave him a scare. "No one calls me Mary!" The black tom nodded, and he seemed down-right spooked. "U-Uh yes. I'll be going now!" He scampered off into the woods.