IK IK, It's bad coloring, I'm sorry 'bout that. I switched from coloring on my computer to my phone so - uh- yeah It’s warrior cats look out o.o Story | | V
Story: Fuzzypaw looked down at his tail. The cold wind brushed his pelt, and he sat, and looked up. He was glad he could finally leave camp on his own. He was made an apprentice only a moon ago, and the night sky was twinkling with StarClan cats. Fuzzypaw knew his sister, Robinkit, was up there, watching and guiding him. “I caught a frog today,” Fuzzypaw whispered to the sky. “And Whitesun said it was huge. I hope you’re proud, Robinkit.” Fuzzypaw felt something brush his pelt, something warm unlike the leaf-fall breeze. He turned. “I am so proud, Fuzzypaw. Keep doing your best.” A whisper in the nearby marsh spoke. Fuzzypaw smiled, knowing Robinkit was indeed there. “Fuzzypaw?!” He heard a voice, and turned around to see his mentor. “Sorry, Whitesun,” Fuzzypaw looked down, embarrassed. “Fuzzypaw, it’s nearly moonhigh! Swiftcry was about to invade ThunderClan looking for you, you frog-brained kit!” Fuzzypaw felt ashamed. Since Robinkit’s death, his mother had been ready to defend her only kit with an intense ferocity. “I’m sorry, Whitesun. I’ll go on extra patrols.” Whitesun huffed. “You sure will, Fuzzypaw. Get to your nest.” The white tom walked back to ShadowClan’s camp. Fuzzypaw started to follow, looked at the stars once more. “Thank you.” He whispered, and slipped into camp. Thanks to @RingingBells for the lineart and contest!
