Marcato

Hey dudes and dudettes of WFF. WF. Whatever. I'm doing another series. ^^ Hopefully I'll go through with this. The plot's driven by what's happened these days. Ah teenagers. And I know what you're thinking, "Evening, you think you have it tough, well you don't!" Maybe I don't :P But it makes a nice little story. Eveningswift :) 21:06, July 29, 2010 (UTC)

P.S Marcato means very... I don't know how to put this.. pronounced, loud, flambouyant *shrugs* it's in the music thing. So I used it for my main character's name too; Robinpaw. Because robins sing... and... yeah just read it please xD

Prologue
"You lost your prey."

I'd like to meetl the one who thinks that my mother as my mentor would be a good idea.

"Robinpaw! Look at me. Did you lose your prey?!"

I'd like to slap some sense into them.

"Listen to me, Robinpaw," growled Poppyheart. My mum. As I snapped my head up and met her stony yellow eyes, she repeated, "You lost your prey."

"Yes," I decided to agree. "I did lose my prey."

To that, she snapped, "Don't give me that attitude!"

I glanced at Finchpaw, my brother, who was withdrawn through this conversation. He gave me a roll of his eyes. As I stabbed him with my gaze, he gave in.

"What attitude, Poppyheart?" Finchpaw sighed. I smiled on the inside. That's my brother.

And, as usual, Poppyheart snapped, "Shut up, Finchpaw, you're not in this!"

He sighed. "Well then." My only ally here gave me a shrug and stalked away. I cursed silently.

"You're going to learn some respect," Poppyheart snarled slowly. I tilted my head exasperatedly.

"Alright then," I agreed.

Somehow she gets really angry when I agree to what she says. What, does she want me to contradict? Believe me, I've tried that. I think the outcome's the same.

"Go clean the elders den out."

It's nice and spiffy, as I've been taking every tainted grass blade out of there and replacing it with the finest.

"OK," I sighed. Poppyheart didn't like this, either.

"I think you're such a failure because of your friends," Poppyheart exploded suddenly. "No more associating with them! Valleyclan cats are worthless! Go learn from those Cliffclan cats, they're the best!"

Bristling, I looked side to side jerkily. "Poppyheart," I hissed, "Don't ever say that again. Ever."

I don't know what I'm saying myself. We've been through this before.

"Shut up!" she screamed, enraged. "Now go clean that elder's den!"

"Fine," I nodded.