Don't own it. Really.
So here it is, the next installment of the Rarities Series. Hope y'all enjoy!
BETA-read by SpiritGirl183
"Foxdung!" Berrynose cursed, glaring down at the patch of ground between his paws where a mouse had been just moments ago. He sighed. He hadn't been hunting well since Honeyfern's death. He sighed, consumed in bittersweet memories, and closed his eyes.
"Problem?"
Berrynose jumped, looking around; he hadn't realized he was so close to the ShadowClan border. Dawnpelt stood nearby, on her side of the border, watching him with her head cocked.
"No," he hissed. "No problem."
Dawnpelt snorted. "Don't lie, you're not good at it." Her tone was cold, but there was something in her eyes that prevented Berrynose from turning his back and walking away.
"Fine." he snapped, "I just lost my mate. Happy now?"
"Oh." her cold look vanished. "I'm sorry."
He nodded shortly. "So'm I"
She gave him a long look, full of sympathy and contrition for having spoken so coldly to him. He avoided her gaze, staring at the rough grass beneath his paws.
"It'll get better," she murmured softly. He shook his head, still staring hard at the ground.
"I don't think so."
"It will." she assured him gently.
"How would you know?" he growled, jerking his eyes up to meet hers.
She blinked slowly at him. "I don't know. I just believe." she replied quietly. She turned to leave, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "There's a mouse two tail-lengths to your left. See you around." she bounded away. Berrynose watched her go, then glanced to his left. Lying on the grass two tail-lengths away, just as Dawnpelt had said, was a mouse. The same mouse he'd pounced on earlier, dead from where his claws had struck it. For a moment, he just stood there, staring at it. Then he bent to pick it up. Maybe Dawnpelt was right. Maybe life was going to get better.
So, what'cha think? Gimme a review and lemme know, kay? Thanx! ~Seeker
