"Hello? Leopard?"
"What? Yes?" Leopard jumped.
"In your own mind again huh? What are yo-"
A loud yowl ringed through the tress signaling the start of First Meal.
"We better hurry!" Feather yowled. They raced together to a large clearing with fresh food scattered about. They picked what they wanted and sat together to eat. One of Feathers friends came over to eat with them, Dawn a beautiful orange she-cat.
"Did you hear Nettle`s kits are almost ready for Hunts?" Dawn meowed while eating.
"Really? I'm so excited!" Leopard meowed excitedly, "And we are almost old enough to train them Feather!" Kits who are older than 6 moons gets to start training to join on the Hunts, they hunt food for the group. Cats older than 12 moons gets to train a whole group of kits for a quarter-moon.
"Are you mousebranied Leopard there are so many older cats with better moves than us we will never get the chance to train them!" Dawn signed.
"That's true but we can hope right! I would love to train them…" Leopard mowed.
Dawn and feather looked at each other for a moment then burst up laughing.
"Leopard what will we do with you!" Feather chuckled.
Leopard looked at them with confusion, "What did i say something funny?"
They both laughed even harder at that.
"No Leopard you are just-"
"Come every cat who joins the Hunts!" a cat meowed ahead of them.
Still laughing, Dawn and Feather got up and padded away, followed closely by Leopard.
I don't get them at all…. Leopard thought.
The rest of the day passed by in a blur. She stretched tiredly under a bush with bright leaves. Their leader,Echo Moon, let her join on the evening Hunt. She remembered pounced on the mouse, and she felt a surge of triumph at the thought.
Her eyes looked up to see some stars twinkling, remembering her dream last night. Her mind wondered at the thought of that dream, she hasn't told any cat about it. Who will believe her? Maybe Feather? No she would just laugh then tell me it was a dumb dream. Maybe Echo Moon? He might listen, or look at her like shes crazy. But she had to tell somebody.
Maybe she'll tell Cloud, he is her best friend after all… he probably will listen to and tell her what to do.
Okay, she'll tell Cloud..but maybe tomorrow. No use telling him when he's half asleep.
Now that that was settled, she got up and walked to her tree to get some sleep. On the way there she heard leaves rustling at the camp's burst through the bushes, eyes wide fur ruffled. The young cat was quiet for a moment, looking down at her paws, there was multiple cats looking at her. When suddenly her head lifted up and she yelled, " twolegs are coming!"