City Warriors: In This City

&nbsp The first story in the City Warriors Series. Enjoy! Rain fire The Scruffs' 01:16, May 30, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter 1
"Humans!" some cat yowled.

We scattered on our rooftop. Warriors leaped off of this roof and onto other neighboring roofs. I scrambled over to a thick bush of ivy trailing the apartment building and dove inside. The roof became quiet. I heard the door that leads from the floor below to the roof open. I peeked through the ivy. A human walked out of the doorway. It stood there and looked around the roof. The roof is the the camp of SouthClan. The human stood there too long.

"I'm going in," I heard a cat hiss.

A gray tom with long legs stepped out from some crates. He fluffed up his fur and stalked toward the human.

"Go," the tom hissed.

The human couldn't understand him, but it was frightened because the tom hissed. The human ran away, slamming the door behind it. The tom waited for a few heartbeats before saying anything.

"Oy! Come out now!" he called.

SouthClan cats slowly appeared. I stepped out of the ivy. The long legged tom looked at me, amber eyes sparkling.

"That was close," he said.

This is Roofleaper, the deputy and my father.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Breakingpaw!" a cat called for me.

I looked over and saw Fightingpaw trotting over to me. Walking lazily behind him was Calmpaw. Fightingpaw is a jet black tom with green eyes. Calmpaw is a very layed back tom. He has sandy tan fur with green eyes that shine with that good natured spirit that makes him the most liked cat in the Clan. Calmpaw never worries about anything and can cheer up anyone. Despite his lazy appearence, he is a very hardworking cat. I am proud to call him my friend.

"What?" I asked.

"Who was on watch? That was WAY too close," Fightingpaw asked me.

"I don't know," I answered and looked over at Roofleaper.

Roofleaper was looking at Dreamingspirit, a black she-cat with green eyes. As usuall, she was gazing up at the sky, her head in the clouds. Dreamingspirit doesn't focus for very long. She is always day-dreaming. She was probably the cat on watch, though I don't know why.

"Oy! Dreamingspirit! Go hunting!" Roofleaper yowled at her.

My dad has always had a wierd accent, but it doesn't bother anyone. In fact, alot of us have picked up his funny way of talking. He doesn't seem to mind it.

"Where's Saintheart? We were supposed to go on border patrol," someone asked me.

I looked to my left and saw my brother, Lakepaw, sitting next to me. Saintheart, a black tom with gold eyes, is his mentor.

"Haven't seen him," I answered.

Lakepaw is a silver-gray tom with blue eyes. Featherfur, our mother, is a long haired light gray she-cat with blue eyes. Every cat is curois as to how I got my coat color. I have brown fur and honey-brown eyes.

"Granitestar! Where is Saintheart?" Lakepaw yowled over to our leader.

Granitestar is a dark gray tom with blue eyes. He shrugged. Suddently, Saintheart leaped from the next roof and onto ours, crashing into Viperhiss in the process. Viperhiss growled and shook out her fur. Viperhiss is a black she-cat with dark amber eyes. She and Heartbreaker are the meanest cats in our Clan. Then again, all of us SouthClan cats are mean. We are the meanest Clan, but without the other Clans around, we are good natured and humorus.

"There he is," Calmpaw chuckled.

Fightingpaw snorted with laughter, his eyes flickering with amusement. Crestwood, my mentor walked over.

"Let's go hunting," Crestwood said and we leaped off of the rooftop and into our territory.

Chapter 2
When we got back,