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Post by UnsightlyHeretic831 on Oct 23, 2019 19:35:50 GMT -5
Nightflower was sitting upon Sacred Stone, again, like she always did. A light breeze began to pick up on her and brushed her lightly, fluffing it the wrong way. This annoyed Nightflower, but she was drifting off, so for the first time in forever, she didn’t bother to readjust or move. She thought of that nice pidgeon she had killed that morning. Easy prey, she decided, looking over her memory on that situation. She was brought back to reality by a loud yowl coming from a fir tree nearby. She yelped, but held herself back.
“What in sacred heavens are you doing?” She snapped, towards the direction of the noise.
A disembodied voice answered her. It was rough but not unpleasant.
“Trying to HUNT, thank you very much!” He retorted.
Nightflower rolled her eyes slightly and stood up, letting out a yawn.
“At this time, Mosstail? You really are strange,” She decided. A sigh was let out, and she still couldn’t see him.
“So are you,” Mosstail replied haughtily. “What are you doing, staring into StarClan, huh? More suspicious than me hunting out here,” He said smugly.
He has a point, darn it.
“You KNOW I do this, you mouse brain,” She growled to Mosstail. A petite figure leaped down from the trees with agile movement, and came to sit down next to Nightflower. Her black fur began to glow from the moonlight that peered confidently down at the two cats.
“Anyway, I thought the kits ate all the food, so I went out to get more. They need to learn that we work for that food, not THROW IT ONTO STONENOSE.” Mosstail said.
Nightflower chuckled slightly, remembering the incident that high-noon.
Pondkit leapt into the air, batting a lifeless mouse to his peer, Sunkit. She laughed and barreled into Pondkit right as he came tumbling down, and he let out an “OOF”, rolling to the side and batting at Sunkit’s narrow gold face.
“ClIFFCLAN SHALL GO TO THE DARK FOREST… FOREVERRRRRRRRR!” Pondkit yelled, grabbing the dead mouse with his razor claws and throwing it.
“PONDKIT NO!” A voice howled, but that didn’t stop him. It bonked Stonenose, the old cat, in the head, and he let out a caterwaul.
“Holy stars, that was a bad one,” Nightflower chuckled with Mosstail.
“Well, I better get going, the kits need to be taught some lessons. On how to sleep,” Mosstail added.
“Goodbye, Mosstail!” Nightflower called after the shape gliding through the trees to camp. Nightflower waited until he was out of sight. She sighed and turned, then faded into glowing dust.
If only he knew I am dead, she thought sadly.
I hope Pondkit can live well without me!
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