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Chapter 6
Petalkit woke in the middle of the next night to the sound of paws scurrying down the steps. She crept out of bed, and carefully peeked out of her door to see the tabby form of Carpkit disappearing into the kitchen. Quietly, she padded down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone else, unlike he was being. As she padded into the kitchen, she saw Carpkit furiously scribbling with crayons and munching on fish-cookies that he had stolen from on top of the refrigerator.
"What in StarClan are you doing?" she demanded quietly.
Carpkit jumped. "Oh! Petalkit, it's you. I'm drawing." Carpkit answered.
"Drawing what?" Petalkit wondered.
"Pictures of Vixenkit," he whispered.
Petalkit face-pawed. "Really? At midnight?"
Carpkit nodded sheepishly, and began writing a message below the picture of Vixenkit with wings like an angel. It read, Vixenkit is the prettest cat evr. She is as prety as an angle. Then, after finishing the message, Carpkit added the picture to a pile of papers that all had different pictures of Vixenkit, and different messages. "How many pictures do have in the pile?" Petalkit questioned, staring at the pile."
"Oh, just seventeen." Carpkit replied.
"SEVENTEEN!?" Petalkit exclaimed, surprised. "How long have you been up?"
"Since Mom went to bed."
"Then what were you doing upstairs?"
"Looking at my other three pictures to make sure I drew Vixenkit the same in all my pictures."
"What are ya gonna do with all those pictures?"
"Give them to Vixenkit."
"Will she accept them?"
"Of course she-" Carpkit's expression shifted as quickly as a chameleon: pompous to wonder to horrified all in a heartbeat. "What if she doesn't like them?!" he exclaimed.
"Shh!" Petalkit put her paw to his mouth. His eyes got wide, and he nodded, and only after making sure there were no noises did she take her paw away.
"You know what?" Petalkit straightened, looking Carpkit in the eye.
"No, I don't."
"You're forlorn," she asserted, turning away from her brother. Carpkit sighed.
"You seriously need to stop getting word-a-day calendars. You know I don't know what that means!"
"Forlorn: an adjective; first definition; pitifully sad and abandoned or lonely, as in 'forlorn figures at bus stops.' Second definition; unlikely to succeed or be fulfilled, or hopeless. Example in 'a forlorn attempt to escape.' It dates back to the sixteenth century."
Carpkit rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Feline Dictionary. And, I suppose you could come up with a better plan to reach my goals?"
"About time you asked for help! But first ask yourself: what are your goals?" Petalkit inquired.
"This is ridiculous."
"Fine," Petalkit took a few steps, heading back to her room. "But don't blame me when I say I told you so when Vixenkit gets a crush on another tom," she glanced at him pointedly out of the corner of her eye.
The small brown tabby sighed in defeat. "Knock yourself out." Petalkit smirked. She half dragged, half guided him to the living room and shoved him in a chair facing opposite of hers, where she put on a pair of spectacles, with a notepad and pencil in her paw.
"Now, I'll repeat my last question: what are your goals?"
"To get Vixenkit to like me back," he said flatly.
"TSK TSK," Petalkit groaned as she shook her head. "Say it with conviction!"
"To get Vixenkit to like me back!" he said clearly.
Petalkit nodded. "Good. But HOW to do that is the question."
Carpkit looked thoughtful, then exclaimed, "Well I don't know how she-cats minds work!"
Petalkit smiled. "That's where I come in."
"So let me get this straight," Carpkit said. "You want me to pretend to like a different she-cat and see how Vixenkit reacts? But who should I choose? What if Vixenkit's glad I forgot about her? What if she never wants me back?"
Petalkit shrugged. "If she really hates you that much then you're doomed anyway, but I don't think she hates you. She just finds your presence unbearable."
"Oh, okay." Carpkit nodded, satisfied. Petalkit glanced out the window, waiting for the bus to come to deliver them to their first day of the first grade.
"You know," Petalkit mewed, growing thoughtful. "The cat you pretend to like doesn't have to be in our grade."
