Le *Ravenpaw* Rouge Role-Play~

(Just starting this off before I head to writing all day~)

"Wow! This is simply amazing!" WarriorCat stared in awe at what was around them.

"I thought you've been to the mountains before?" Pumpkinpelt panted behind her. His companion hadn't stopped walking since the day Ravenpelt told them to go out and explore the world. He felt like he was ready to collapse. WarriorCat, on the other hand, was a bundle of energy that he was sure that it didn't come from the food they ate along the way.

Pumpkinpelt's eyes twitched. "I've...been telling you that for hours!"

"Oh." She sat down. "Sorry."

"Eh...it doesn't matter." He lifted his head.

"Want me to catch something?"

Pumpkinpelt sniffed the air. "Nah. Besides, I can't smell anything. Listen WarriorCat, we must get out of here. There's no food or water."

The highest mountain in view seemed very far according to the cats. Their mouths were dry, and no prey was in sight.

Even WarriorCat was eventually tired. She plopped down a few hours later. Pumpkinelt collapsed beside her under the stars. It was too dark to see anything but the stars around them. Both their eyes were closed.

"No one would kill us," she said. "Right...."

"Mmhm."

Her eyes were wide, and her fur was messed up and parts were tangled. She had a fearful expression on her face.

"Okay, tell me what happened."

"I dreamed that we were trapped in a cave high up somewhere, and there was no way out unless we fell to our deaths." She didn't seem so energetic anymore. Her fear was too powerful to make space for happiness and carefree.

Pumpkinpelt stared at her. Then laughed. "I was right- that was crazy! Who would trap us?"

A strange scent hit Pumpkinpelt's nose. He sniffed a few times, and slowed down his pace. "Um, WarriorCat...I think we need to be careful."

The she-cat didn't answer. She stalked on, tail swishing side to side.

"Aren't you going to listen to me?" It was too late to hold back those words. Now I've done it. Great. "WarriorCat...I'm sorry. Maybe we could turn back? This way does not feel safe."

WarriorCat's tail stopped moving.

WarriorCat disappeared from sight. Pumpkinpelt followed her the best he could, but it was so hard to see. He began to pant from running. The hail was starting to be unbearable. The large ice balls hit his already damp fur. Soon he looked like he was given a bath and was now shivering.

He swerved to the right, then fell off a mini cliff. There was a hole that was just big enough for him to squeeze in with little to no trouble. He gasped.

"WarriorCat! Thank our ancestors I found you! I was starting to worry."

The she-cat licked her also damp fur rapidly. "That hail hurt. It was like being hit with a rock."

Both cats chatted for a few hours as the rain and hail hit their shelter, then slowly fell asleep where they were.

They were jolted awake by something poking them. "Hey. HEY! Wake up!"

WarriorCat looked around. "Who did that?"

Pumpkinpelt stared at the entrance. "Who are you?!"

"That's nice that you want to get to know me, but what are you two doing here? We were going to use that for storage!"

"I don't have time to tell you why. Just get out of there and help me shove all these in."

The rain was lighter than before. The bad part must have passed by already. The three cats shoved the fruit deep into the den.

"I had no idea how long this den was!" exclaimed WarriorCat.

"Yeah, most are long like this," said the stranger. There weren't as many wagons that Pumpkinpelt thought. Only two huge ones now on their sides. "There. Now we need something to cover them. Oh! I think I have some large leaves over here." He ran and grabbed them from the second wagon, then covered the den. "There. No enemy of ours will be able to take them! As for you," he said to them. "You're coming with me. I'll explain once we head to my home in the village. I'll even tell you its name. Maybe you'll get pie."

They came to a village filled with wooden cabins that looked old and almost falling apart. Only a few cats were outside tossing apples into wagons.

"It's a little bit after lunch right now," said the stranger. He led them to a cabin to the right, the only one in a corner. Then he gently pushed a part of the wooden door aside and slipped inside. Pumpkinpelt and WarriorCat followed him.

To the left was a fireplace that looked like it hasn't been used in years. The only furniture inside was a warn out dark green couch, which was across from the fireplace.

WarriorCat stared at him. "What a name."

"We really shouldn't stay long. I've got a bad feeling about this place."

"Why don't we just let him tell us about this place first? Then figure out what to do next."

You want to stay because you like him.

Something shut, then the stranger returned to the living room with two pies on a rolling cart. Of course they were apple and pumpkin pies.

While they ate, the stranger began speaking. "I was called Whitewish when I was born. Of course, I wasn't born here, I was born in a house. I escaped to this place. It's not that bad despite its name."

"How long ago was that?" asked WarriorCat after she swallowed a piece of pumpkin pie.

"About six years ago."

(It's a thundering! I'm still here for a bit. Onward with the story!)

Whitewish didn't give them a chance to speak. "Not long ago they came to take all we had or else we were going to die. What's the point? We're going to die either way! They'll keep attacking and attacking until we're all gone." He turned to run his claws on the wall. Pumpkinpelt and WarriorCat glanced at each other.

When they turned back to him, WarriorCat said, "Why don't we help you win this war? That way you'll be able to keep the food you get from the kinder village."

"You are crazy. Do you realize what you'll get us into?"

"If it means saving some cats...yeah. You remember what Ravenpelt said. Go on adventures. Challenge yourself. That's exactly what I'm doing. Besides, it'll be fun! I bet these cats make their own weapons, or throw pies at enemies or use their cla-"

Pumpkinpelt put a paw on her mouth. "Hush! Don't give them ideas!"

"So will we help if they let us?" WarriorCat brought out her kitten eyes. "These cats need us."

Whitewish's eyes widened. "Seriously? You'll help? How?"

"Let's just say that we've been trained well by a strong leader." WarriorCat winked.

"Yeah, let's mention our wonderful but crazy leader, Ravenpelt." Pumpkinpelt rolled his eyes. "Maybe that was true years ago, but now? She's officially insane."

"Hey!" cried WarriorCat. "My younger sister isn't that bad!"

For the next two weeks, all cats of the village got ready for a food fight. They prepared all kinds of pies with the apples, and put all the pumpkins in a large pile.

Avoiding eating them was easy for the pair since they ate too much. The sight of other pies made them sick, but they didn't show it.

A new voice rang though the wind. "What's all this for?"

Every cat stopped to look where the voice came from.