Torn Apart

This is a short story by Why isn't the battery life on an iPod called APPLE JUICE? 07:34, August 9, 2013 (UTC),  It is dedicated to Stitches, the baby rabbit who didn't make it.

Characters you'll need to know

Smallblossom- sweet gray she-cat with long flowing fur and light green eyes.

Graypaw- light gray tom with excited blue eyes and an electric personality.

Harefoot- dark cream tom with amber eyes. Medicine cat.

Story
Graypaw's POV

I was overly excited, jumping up and down, eyes shining wih excitement. It was my first day as an apprentice, and my mentor, Cherryfoot was about to take me out so I could explore the territory. I was waiting impatiently by the camp entrance, as Cherryfoot spoke to the deputy, glancing at me with a doubtful look. ''Why does she keep looking at me? Is she talking about me? ''I thought innocently. I brushed the thought away quickly. Cherryfoot was a nice cat, she wouldn't be like that.

Finally, after what seemed like moons, Cherryfoot nodded to the deputy and padded towards me. She strided past me, and paused for a moment, looking over her shoulder. "Are you coming with me or am I going to be talking to myself?" she asked. Oh! I blushed and nodded quickly, then scurried after her, struggling to keep up.

I tripped over my paws and fell flat on my muzzle into a pile of dirt. Cherryfoot glanced back, then turned and lifted me up by my scruff and onto my feet. "Sorry." I mumbled. She purred, without saying a word. I shook off the dirt stuck to my face and stood straight. "Come on, lets go!" I meowed.

Cherryfoot smiled, and continued along. "This is apple tree, the main area in DarkClan."

TBC soon.