Brightkit sat still, silently pondering over the new things she had found out that night. She was adopted, Flamefire was not her real mother because her real mother was a dead loner in the dark forest, and most importantly, Brightkit was not a proper clan cat. Tears threatened to spill over her eyes at that last thought and she chocked back a sob. "T-thank you for telling be, Ashclaw," she mewed.
" of course brightkit" he meowed as he got up and left
The tall tan warrior slowed his pace as he brushed through the heather and gorse entrance into the wide clearing. He gave a sniff at the air but all he could smell was the rabbit clasped in his jaws, its cotton tail tickling his nose. Another small mouse dangled from the other side of his jaw. He could hear the footsteps of his apprentice approaching behind him with the remaining prey. His emerald eyes scanned the camp looking for Fallownose or Twilightstar as he began simultaneously moving towards the prey pile.
Beetleblaze's padded over slowly, full of exhaustion. He was so close to his bed now and he could feel his body had let its guard down. The long night prior and the early hunt this morning had thoroughly taken its toll. He was content however knowing that he and Cloverpaw had gotten so much prey from the windy hills, maybe the last good hunt before leafbare. Once he reached the fresh kill pile he plopped his two morsels on top.
The tall tan warrior slowed his pace as he brushed through the heather and gorse entrance into the wide clearing. He gave a sniff at the air but all he could smell was the rabbit clasped in his jaws, its cotton tail tickling his nose. Another small mouse dangled from the other side of his jaw. He could hear the footsteps of his apprentice approaching behind him with the remaining prey. His emerald eyes scanned the camp looking for Fallownose or Twilightstar as he began simultaneously moving towards the prey pile.
Beetleblaze's padded over slowly, full of exhaustion. He was so close to his bed now and he could feel his body had let its guard down. The long night prior and the early hunt this morning had thoroughly taken its toll. He was content however knowing that he and Cloverpaw had gotten so much prey from the windy hills, maybe the last good hunt before leafbare. Once he reached the fresh kill pile he plopped his two morsels on top.
He followed close behind carrying the mouse in his jaws and
the rabbit on his back. He saw his mentor loosen up but didn't
slow down he finally saw the tiredness gleam in his mentors
eyes. Clover sighed and placed his mouse and rabbit ontop
of his and watch the tom go. Clover sighed his mouth yawning
but he didn't feel to tired. "rest well Beetle'Blaze" Clover'paw
mewed to his mentor.
The first rays of light were starting to show in the sky by the time Brightkit made her way droopely into the nursery. She lay down in her nest, even though she didn't feel like sleeping.
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"And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies." - Haymitch
SHARPBREEZE
Sharpbreeze padded up to the freshkill pile and yawned before bending down and snatching the rabbit that Beetleblaze had dropped just a bit earlier. He then padded away to the warriors den
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SHARPBREEZE
Once Brightkit and Ashclaw left the den, he padded inside and sat down wanting to sleep but unable to do so. He wondered if someone could talk to him, or go hunting. So he just sat there
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