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CHAPTER 10
Molewhisker and Snowpaw were hunting with Graystripe, Sorreltail, and Icecloud. Ivypool had stayed behind to help her sister get settled into the nursery.
Things were going well in ThunderClan. Bramblestar had apologized to Leafpool, and Dovewing was going to have her kits in a moon.
"Can we hunt already?" Snowpaw whined, rolling his eyes.
"Not until we're at the abandoned twoleg nest."
Sorreltail slowed her pace to walk beside Molewhisker.
"Do you think Squirrelflight made the right choice?" she asked.
Molewhisker was surprised that Sorreltail was still talking about Squirrelflight, but then again, she had been a friend of both Leafpool and Squirrelflight.
"We'll never know. We just have to live with it."
"Can we go down there?" Icecloud flicked her tail towards a clearing farther down a hill, where no ThunderClan cat had ever hunted before.
Graystripe squinted. "Okay." he finally answered. "But if we scent danger, we're turning back."
Molewhisker followed pre cautiously. He could smell the scent of two unknown cats.
"I smell vole." Graystripe whispered.
Icecloud was already stalking it.
Graystripe sniffed at a spiky, unfamiliar plant.
Icecloud was just about to pounce when the vole noticed her and took off. Molewhisker purred with amusement as Icecloud began chasing it around the unknown clearing.
"Watch out!" Sorreltail yowled.
Icecloud raced by Graystripe and accidentally knocked him over. Graystripe tumbled into the plant. "Ow!" he yowled as the thorns immediately caught on his pelt. Blood slowly streamed from where they dug into him.
"Sorry!"
Icecloud dashed over with the vole in her jaws.
Blood dripped from Graystripe's long fur as he struggled against the plant.
"Don't struggle!"
A reddish-brown tom had entered the clearing. Graystripe stopped struggling.
A fluffy white she-cat came up beside the tom. She had swirling silver patters along her sides.
"Let me help you with that." the tom stepped closer. He bit through the plant, then tore the tendril out of Graystripe's fur.
Graystripe stood up and licked the scratches. "Thanks."
"No problem."
"What's that plant called?" Molewhisker asked curiously.
"How should I know? We may live here, but we're not plant experts!" the white she-cat puffed.
"I'm sorry," the brown tom muttered apologetically. "The kits are making her moody."
The white cat glared at him.
"May I ask your name?" Sorreltail asked kindly.
"I'm Foxy. That's Streak. We just moved to this clearing. We have a small problem, though. Perhaps you can help?" he asked hopefully.
Streak finally spoke kindly. "My kits will be born any day now, and I don't know what I'm supposed to do, or what I'll need."
"Maybe you could come to ThunderClan for a little while." Graystripe suggested. "I'm sure Bramblestar won't mind."
He turned to Sorreltail. "Sorreltail, will you continue with the patrol while I take Foxy and Streak back and get these scratches treated?"
Sorreltail dipped her head. "Sure. Now, let's hunt somewhere else before anyone else gets pricked by a whatever it's called."
Molewhisker easily caught two shrews. He was very hungry. He climbed up a tree and found a pigeon. He easily snatched the black bird off the branch and killed it with a swift bite.
His belly rumbled.
I'm hungry! It's just a bird!
He ate it in a way that no one would know he'd eaten it. He pulled up the flap of feathers from where he'd killed it and ate out part of the inside, then closed it back up. Now it would still give someone a full meal.
...
Molewhisker's stomach lurched when Thornclaw took the pigeon to the elders' den. He stood shakily nearby and pricked his ears.
"Brackenfur? Check this out, will you? This bird is hollow."
Brackenfur bit into it. "That's strange. I think Molewhisker caught it. I'll ask him."
Molewhisker sighed. He'd been caught by the newest elders. He walked quickly to the warriors' den.
"Molewhisker!"
Brackenfur dashed after him. "Do you have any idea why the pigeon you caught is hollow inside? It couldn't have been alive if it was hollow."
"Well..." he was about to make something up about finding it dead when Brackenfur continued speaking.
"The part where it was killed is detached. The only logical explanation is that you ate it."
"Is this true?" Bramblestar asked.
Molewhisker stared at his paws.
"Just what I thought. You may not eat anything else tonight, and you will not be going to the gathering."
Molewhisker sighed and watched the clan move around him. Hazeltail was getting Streak comfortable in the nursery. The cats going to the gathering were getting ready. Molewhisker sighed. He should not have eaten the pigeon.
...
That was stupid, Molewhisker.
My computer died and I had to wait for it to charge. I lost the chapter and had to go copy and paste it again. Oh well, not too much time wasted.
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