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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2022 10:35:51 GMT -5
Thrushpelt POV Thrushpelt comes back into camp and sets his fresh-kill on the pile. Suddenly, a dark grey she-cat slips out of the camp. Thrushpelt's pelt heats up. Do I like Bluefur? She gives me a lot of sparks. Thrushpelt shakes the thought off. She's been a warrior for only a few moons. Stormtail comes over to join him, his blue-grey pelt shining in the sun. "Do you have something on your mind?" Thrushpelt gives himself a few licks of embarrassment. "Or perhaps someone?" His pelt gets hot. "Who?" Amusement flashes in Stormtail's eyes. "Bluefur," he waits for his disapproval. "I think you are a great vat for her," he hesitates. "The little bit I've talked to her, I know he's a brilliant cat." A hint of sadness and regret flash in his eyes. "I wish I was there for her more, but times have changed," he glances over at Dappletail. Thrushpelt finishes his mouse as Bluefur's hunting patrol comes back. Bluefur drops a squirrel on the fresh-kill pile. "Nice catch," he looks at her with admiration. "Thanks," she turns away. Were all his efforts wasted? Or was he simply not good enough? Maybe it's because she lost Snowfur, her sister. Since then, she's been very dull. Thrushpelt's heart yearns for her. He goes into the warriors' den and lays down in the nest. He puts his tail over his nose and goes to sleep.
Thrushpelt is sitting in the clearing as Tawnyspots is organizing the morning patrols. " Thrushpelt, you lead the dawn patrol with Stormtail, Adderfang, and Bluefur." His heart races when her name, Bluefur, is called. Bluefur gracefully walks to Sunstar's den. Something must be wrong. A few moments pass, and Sunstar whispers into Tawnyspots' ear. "Since Bluestar is feeling ill, Thistleclaw will go instead, Thrushpelt." A pang of disappointment hollows out his chest.
They finish the patrol and settle back into the camp. Thrushpelt sees Bluefur and instinctively walks over to her. "Are you feeling better?" Thrushpelt asks, concerned. "Do you want to share a thrush with me?" He holds his breath. "No, Rosetail is eating alone, I think I'll give her some company." She walks away, leaving Thrushpelt with a hollow feeling in his heart. Maybe next time, he thought.
MORE COMING SOON!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2022 14:48:04 GMT -5
Hey, this is good!
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