The last of what I had written for English…Sorry this part's short…Now's when I need some feedback to write more *encouraging smile*
I still own nothing. Warriors belongs to Erin Hunter. Also, Fuzz belongs to my friend Crystalgleam, and Fire and Cougerstar belongs to my other friend, Cougerstar. IceClan is our Clan…
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For months we traveled together like that. I watched Fuzz get thinner, and Fire grow. The black cat was still small though, just not by quite as much. Of course, as with any good thing, it wouldn't last forever. It was when we crossed into the mountains that our little group was disrupted.
We'd just hunted, and were enjoying a filling lunch (I'd perfected the art of stalking, thank you) when we noticed another cat scent. Unfortunately, it was downwind, so whoever it was had surely known we were there longer than we had known they were.
"Who's there!?" Fire yelled, sanding up. Three rugged-looking cats walked up at the call, answering the challenge. The long-haired grey one spoke first.
"I am Cougerstar, leader of IceClan. What are you doing on our territory?" she asked calmly, but it would've been less terrifying is she'd growled. The black tom with silver stripes that was on her left was glaring at us, obviously waiting for an answer. The smaller white cat besides him was obviously having a hard time containing herself. She appeared about the same age as Fire, but it was hard to tell.
"I repeat, what are you doing on out territory?" the cat calling herself Cougerstar hissed this time, obviously impatient.
"J-just having lu-lunch…" Fuzz stammered. That was obviously not what they wanted to hear though, because the large tom unsheathed his claws and crouched down in what I can only assume was a battle stance. Cougerstar however put her tail in front of him to hold him back.
"Nightstripe, no. They didn't know. We'll take them back for the Clan to decide their fate." The grey cat commanded. That made Nightstripe back off. It was obvious who was in control.
"Come on then." The oddly-colored tom growled at us. "We haven't got all day. Follow me." He began padding back the way they'd come from. I looked at Fuzz, then Fire, and we knew we had no choice but to follow. Boy, I hoped we hadn't gotten ourselves into too much trouble…
