Chap 9
When Maplepaw and Ivypool got back, they had cought about 4 mice, 2 voles, and a bird. As Maplepaw was bringing in the last pieces of prey, he saw Molepaw sitting next to Glacierpaw, who had a very sad look and a tear or two. Ivypool leaned to whisper into his ear. "She's not taking it lightly."
"Well, she brought it on her-self," he meowed, firmly. Ivypool nodded in awknowledgement. He dropped off the rest of the fresh-kill on the fresh-kill pile, and took a mouse for him-self, and layed down near Ivypool, but away from Glacierpaw.
Molepaw came over and he had an angry expression on his face. Maplepaw knew instantly what he came over to talk about. "Why did you do that?" he asked. "She loves you."
"No, she loves you, and not me," Maplepaw meowed, looked up at Molepaw.
"Yeah, that's after what you did," he hissed back.
Maplepaw shook his head. "Don't lie. I was watching you two out in the forest, before I did what I did. And she's not the oly one effected, either," he meowed, giving Molepaw an angry stare.
Both cats stood there for a bit, their stares locked onto each-other. Then, Molepaw understood what Maplepaw ment, and backed down. "Just don't do it again," he meowed, padding back over to Glacierpaw.
"How can I?" Maplepaw hissed under his breath.
Ivypool saw the whole thing.
Blossemfall padded over to Maplepaw. "Once you finish that, we're going to go di some battle training," she meowed. Maplepaw quickly finished the mouse, buried the remains and jumped up, ready to race out of camp, and towards the training grounds.