The orange sun crept over the top of the twoleg's dens as Ginger stretched, balancing on the top of the wall that bordered Fluff's territory. "Fluff!" she yowled, "You're late!"
Fluff squashed herself through the tiny door that the twoleg's had installed for her. "I'm sorry, the twoleg kit wanted to brush me. Ugh she got it all wrong!" she complained. She started to wash her pelt vigorously whilst Ginger watched, her green eyes twinkling with amusement.
"This is why we're going on our adventure," Ginger mewed, "No stupid twoleg's for a few sunups, plus we can hunt for our own fresh-kill!"
Fluff purred, "Mmm, fresh-kill. Wait, where are we going again?"
"To the farm with all those mice running around." Ginger licked her lips.
"Are there dogs?" Asked Fluff suspiciously.
"If there are I'll fight them off!" Ginger meowed, sliding out her razor-sharp claws.
"You mean we'll fight them off." Mewed Fluff, nimbly leaping up onto the wall.
"You'll fight what off?" A lithe black and white tom leapt silently up onto the wall, from the garden behind Fluff's, his yellow eyes flashing with curiosity.
"Go away Charlie, it's none of your business." Hissed Fluff, her fur standing on end.
"Yeah, get out of our territory!" growled Ginger, sliding out her claws once again.
"What did I ever do?" Asked Charlie, feigning innocence.
"You told our friend Stripe that we took her kits, and made her turn against us. Oh, and you have gone out of your way to annoy us for moons." Snarled Fluff, showing her teeth.
"Well, somecat took them! Why else would they all disappear at the age of two moons, when they still need their mother's protection?" Charlie hissed.
"Maybe they were trying to get away from you!" Yowled Ginger.
Charlie through himself on top of Ginger and started pummelling her belly with his claws. Fluff yowled in anger and knocked Charlie's legs out from underneath him, before clamping down hard on his tail with her teeth. Charlie let out a wail and swiped his claws across Ginger's nose who then kicked out at him with her back legs, throwing the tom off of the wall. He scrambled to his paws and fled through a hole in the fence and into his territory.
Ginger and Fluff let out a triumphant yowl in unison, and started to lick their wounds. Fluff just had only lost a few tufts of her thick white fur but Ginger's nose was dripping with blood and her belly was laced with shallow cuts.
"Are you okay, Ginger?" Fluff asked her friend, her blue eyes wide with concern.
"I'm fine, just a few scratches." Ginger replied, wincing as she jumped off the wall and into her territory with Fluff close behind. "I hate that interfering tom-cat!" Ginger mewed.
"So do I," Fluff sighed, "Why do you think the mange-pelt is always poking his nose in other cats' business?"
"Because he has none of his own." Meowed Ginger, lying down in the shade of a bush.
"Wait here, I'll bring you some water." Mewed Fluff and went to scratch some moss off a tree before disappearing over the wall to soak it in her water puddle in the twoleg den.
"Thank you!" Ginger mewed as her friend reappeared with a wad of dripping moss hanging from her jaws. Fluff set the wad down beside her and Ginger lapped it up, then licked her injured nose with the cool water to soothe it.
"Now we can't go on our adventure." Fluff sighed and lay next to her friend.
"Of course we can!" Ginger meowed.
"But what about your injuries?" Asked Fluff.
"Injuries!" Ginger scoffed, "You mean cut nose and scratched belly? That won't stop me!"
"At least rest until sundown," Fluff reasoned, "Then you'll be stronger to fight off the farm dogs!"
"Fine," Ginger agreed closing her eyes, "But we leave at sundown."
Fluff let out a content sigh before settling down and dozing off next to her friend, her feathery white pelt dancing in the breeze.