Chapter 3
Falconfrost's POV
"Unlike you," spat Sweetsun, giving me a disgusted look with her shining amber eyes, "he is kind. He knows how to be polite and modest. Hawkfeather is determined to what's right for not just him, but for every-cat." And with that, she brushed past me roughly and ran to join Hailstorm's patrol. I rolled my ice blue eyes, one again, Is each and every she-cat born thick-headed? I wondered as I caught up to the patrol, it consisted of Hailstorm, Stormchaser, Sweetsun, Gorsetangle, and me. Stormchaser had a thick, dark gray-and-cream pelt; the tom was also Sweetsun's protective brother. Gorsetangle was an older tom with dark, ruffled tabby fur. He tapped his tail with impatience as Sweetsun and I finally joined the evening patrol.
"Finally!" snapped Hailstorm, "Let's get going now, before there are any more distractions." The dapple-furred tom quickly galloped off into the rapidly darkening moorland. I swiftly scented water on the smooth, evening air and knew they were coming to a stream.
"Hailstorm!" I called as they neared the gurgling waters of the stream, "May I stop to get a quick drink?" Hailstorm slowed his pace and glared at me with his penetrating blue gaze. He eventually nodded his head in approval. I flicked my ear in thanks and darted towards the stream. As I stepped onto the slightly muddy bank, I caught a very distinguishable scent on the night air. No… I tried to convince myself my thoughts were incorrect, it can't be…
As I looked into the dark waters, I leaped back in horror. At the bottom of the stream, lying with the plant life and pebbles was the body of a cat.
Fuzzymask, my most hated cat in the entire forest, my idea of a disgrace to clan life itself, was dead.
Drowned.
Hehe, this is even shorter than the first! XP
