Newts Don't Have Noses

Ayeeee first story

It was a shining, midsummer morning, as the twolegs would call it. The birds happily cried for each other as they waited to be devoured by the hungry beasts who prowled the forest. The fish jumped for joy in their waters, waiting to be cruelly snatched out by the claws of feline foes. The rats and mice scurried on the forest floor, running a race they would never win against this horrible creature.

Newtpaw was feeling that the world was fine and alright.

She was such a creature that she gave no thought for the tiny lives that now beat inside her, no thought at all for the thoughts she'd cruelly taken from their minds. But it was alright.

The dirty grey she-cat pounced and swept on the fine layer of pine needles scattering the ShadowClan territory. Oh, they were so soft! She couldn't see how other clans managed to keep their paws clean and dry, without pine needles to protect them.

"You're not a kit anymore, Newtpaw, you should know this by now."

Another set of paws trampled the blanket of needles, these ones creamy and toughened by all the battles they had fought in, how much skin of other cats they had torn. They belonged to a feline, a feline known as Aspenface. Her expression was one of sharp disgruntledness.

Newtpaw immediately stopped, rolling onto her back in a playful way. "Why not?" she whined, stretching her paws to bat at the carpet to throw some pine needles up. "Please, just let me have one more fun sunrise?"

Aspenface growled at her impertinence. "StarClan's shrews, Newtpaw, Rowanstar promoted you for a reason." she hissed between gritted teeth.

The grey apprentice kicked her paws down, but reluctantly stood up. "You're no fun!" she pouted, shaking up a storm of fur and leaves to get rid off all the things that had tried to hitch a ride on her pelt.