Maximilian France

Mrs. Welsh

Core 3

3/12/19

I was sitting in a chair accompanying a near-vacant table in the Big Apple Deli in

Westford, Massachusetts, waiting for Fireheart to arrive for an interview to publish for the Westford Wolf. It must be scary, knowing that you are a wild cat surrounded by "Twoleg monsters", other humans. Luckily for Fireheart, he would arrive at this interview with a disguise so he wouldn't be frightened. I glanced at the window when suddenly I spotted a figure with a long, black robe. I watched as he approached the door and I motioned for him to come to my table.

"Oh, hello interviewer. Am I late?" Fireheart inquired with a mew.

"No, not at all. Just when I wanted to start," I responded. "So, how are you doing? Are

you nervous for this interview?"

"Actually, I have to admit, I am a little," he meowed worryingly. "I'm worried about the

questions you will ask me, that's all."

"All right, that's okay," I replied. I was not wanting to be barren and unproductive. "Let's

get started, shall we?"

"We shall," Fireheart yowled confidently.

"So, first, who do not get along with the most on your journey?" I asked Fireheart. "Not

so far in the Warriors first arc, but just in Warriors: A Dangerous Path."

I could just see Fireheart's teeth sinking. "The cat that ThunderClan hates, and I loathe

especially, is Tigerstar," he begins to explain. "Tigerstar was the former deputy of ThunderClan, but now he is the formidable leader of ShadowClan. Tigerstar is hungry for power and will decieve, lie, cheat, murder, and steal to get his way. Unfortunately, Tigerstar slaughtered Brindleface during my journey, my mate Sandstorm's mother, for the rest of the Clans to be put on edge. I will do anything, and I mean anything, to defeat him."

"Well said," I added. "Thanks for being honest."

"No problem," he replied cheerfully.

"Okay, so regarding your situation with Tigerstar, were you happy with the way your

journey ended?" I asked Fireheart.

"This is a somehow difficult question to answer." Fireheart meowed. "See, the leader of

my Clan sadly has drowned so I will have to assume leadership when I get back to the forest, which is in a couple minutes, I think. Anyways, as I mentioned a cat was murdered, and finally a ThunderClan apprentice called Brightheart suffered a terrible accident which left her ugly, and almost without a face. Now we call her "Lostface". The answer is no, I'm not happy, but hopefully my perspective will change soon."

"All right. On a lighter note, what do you consider the most exciting part of your journey

was?" Fireheart put his head up, thinking.

"I apologize if this is a hard question to answer. Take your time."

"Um, so, well," Fireheart began, "actually something far from humdrum, thrilling that
happened was when one of the kits in ThunderClan, by the name of Bramblekit was "playing", or abusing, a little kit," Fireheart began. "I was quite frustrated with him in the moment, but, come to think of it, that was actually somewhat, playful, cute, and almost amusing, even if it wasn't something to chuckle about." Fireheart grinned.

"Very interesting," I responded. "So, the final question, the question a plethora of readers

want to know, is, what made you so attracted to your mate, Sandstorm?"

I could see Fireheart glancing at me unpleasantly through his black robe covering his

eyes; maybe insinuating something. "Well, another difficult question. Okay, so when I first came to ThunderClan as Rusty, I met up with some of the other apprentices in which Sandstorm, (previously Sandpaw), was in that group. I saw her when I first visited ThunderClan and we instantly connected to each other. That is why the two of us cuddle." Fireheart looked impatient. "Is that it?"

I nodded. "Thanks for your time. I really mean it."
"You're welcome. Thank you for having me." Fireheart got up from his chair and shook

my hand. He then left the Big Apple Deli and I saw him run into the woods.

I took my orange notepad and abandoned the deli, thinking of how wonderful the article

would look.