What happened? Redpaw asked curiously.
Battle on the Littleclan border. Cinderpaw responded.
Aw, I missed all the fun. He muttered.
Fun? Butterpaw growled. You call that fun?
What's wrong, Butterpaw? Jaypaw cut in.
I thought you were trying to sleep. Cinderpaw interrupted.
Kinda hard to do with you jabbering in my head! Jaypaw grumbled. How do we shut this thing off?
I'll work on that one. Redpaw mewed. Tired of hearing your guys' random thoughts.
Same. Butterpaw mumbled.
Turn off. Redkit meowed.
What? Cinderkit asked.
Ignoring her, Redpaw closed his eyes from where he lay just outside of the apprentices' den. He imagined looking through his own head, an image appearing in his mind. An image of his own brain. He searched through it several times, finding nothing.
Find anything yet? Jaypaw questioned.
Not yet. Redpaw responded.
He felt something prodding him in the side.
Umm...is that one of you? He asked.
No. Butterpaw answered. Cinderpaw and I are still in the medicine den.
And I am still in our den. Jaypaw added.
Fox dung! Smallpaw!
Redpaw's eyelids snapped open and he turned his head sharply, glaring up at Smallpaw.
"What are you doing, Smallpaw?" He growled slightly.
"I'd ask you the same." The black tom meowed. "You seemed like you weren't sleeping or awake. Like maybe in a distant universe or something."
"I was trying to think." Redpaw grumbled, getting to his paws.
He looked up at the orange streaked sky, amazed at how long he had his eyes closed. He shook his head and padded into the den, lying down in his nest. He curled up and closed his eyes again.
The image of his brain reappeared. Whatever he had to do to shut off the telepathy had to do with his brain. An idea occurred to him. He imagined a very tiny switch on the surface of his brain.
Anythi-Jaypaw was cut off as Redpaw flipped the imaginary switch.
It had worked!