Frogeyes stumbled out of the den with Duke. Last night had been rough. Duke's twolegs had left in a giant monster. He said it was called a "vacation". They had brought two birds, five cats, and a lizard without even acknowledging the two dogs and jumped in the monsters mouth and ran along the Thunderpath. Duke didn't seem to mind like it was normal for them to ignore him like that. Frogeyes didn't think that was true after he saw the longing look Duke gave the monster as it ran away.
Now it was time for his "normal dog acting" lessons.
Duke started strutting around panting, "This is how we run", he said, "We can get other dog's attention this way, or we can just play with our longpaws."
Frogeyes joined him, it was actually kind of fun. The wind tasted so good on his tongue and felt amazing in his fur. He stopped long before Duke did.
"That was incredible", Frogeyes murmured.
"Yep", mewed Duke, "This is how to tell a dog you want to play", he did a movement that looked similar to the hunter's crouch, except his tail was up and wagging and he was making a lot of noise.
Frogeyes crouched and wagged his whole lower body while panting and drooling.
All of a sudden, Duke collapsed. Frogeyes ran to him and a brindle flash knocked him over. Duke had tricked Frogeyes and jumped on him. They wrestled until a looming shadow hovered over them.
"This doesn't look like dog training", River inquired.
"We were until Duke did this", Frogeyes retorted.
"Wow Duke, very serious training your giving him."
"We were doing the play crouch", Duke retorted.
"The play crouch doesn't require dog piles that I'm not in", River mewed and flopped on top of them.
"Ow", whined Frogeyes, "I'm only fifteen moons old. I can't lift your plumpness."
They kept arguing and flopping like that till moonrise, when they all went to their nests to have a long night's sleep.
… WindClan
Gorsestar sat in the Medicine Den, brooding. Redsplotch must just be using him to conduct his own evil plans. Gorsestar needed to stop him so he didn't kill him. He already lost his eyesight, he didn't need to die That's when he got an idea.
… The end of the Gathering
"The Gathering is now over", mewed Fishstar.
As the cats started to depart, Gorsestar sniffed the air and moved to where he smelled the ShadowClan deputy was waiting for him, pushing past his own who was named Smallfeather for her small size and light weight.
"Are you going to sit there all night or will we talk?", Redsplotch asked boredly.
"Follow me", Gorsestar mewed. He followed his nose to where he had found the fox trap.
When they got there, Redsplotch found it out immediately and, knowing it was his last life, pushed Gorsestar into the trap. I guess I have to bring the other creatures myself.
Yeah, Gorsestar is dead so now it will be Smallstar and Redsplotch is horrible.