The Blizzard

INTRODUCTION
Hello, Littlewild here! This is my current fanfiction that I'm working on. I hope it becomes a bit better then the first fan fictions that I made. Sometimes I begin to think that no one likes my writing, and it really hurts my activity/muse for writing. So, It's MUCH appreciatied if you leave a review, it only takes a second! c:

CHAPTER ONE
"-And this is Pigeonflight." her father mewed, talking to a burly yellow tom.

Pigeonflight took a deep breath as the tom glared at her with deep copper eyes. He was quite ugly, and she could smell his rank breath. All of the inspectors looked like that. She thought grudgingly.

Her father's warm green gaze seemed happy, though. His chest was puffed out as if I was a big rabbit he had caught. It made me feel uncomfortable, but not as much as the yellow tom's stare. "Well?" Father pressed. The tom only shook his hairy head.

"She isn't big enough, look at her shoulders." she tried not to flinch at the tom's breath as he placed a paw on her shoulders. She was quite short at her withers but it was acceptable for her age! She had kept count, tediously marking the moons since becoming an apprentice at three moons. "I'm ten moons, sir."

The inspector, who had been watching a woodpecker, looked at her with suprise. Almost as if he thought she was mute.

"Yes, and in time you'll be big enough to join the StormClan army." he mewed. She could see that she had pushed a nerve in some way or another and he was trying to not react.

"Yes, well, I guess she can continue her hunting duties?" Father mewed stepping between us. The tom nodded slowly and padded away back to his den.