A/N: Well, I'm back, I'm going to move my updating days to Monday, possible Tuesday if I have to. It seems like all these updates are coming out on Monday... so yeah.
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I NEED REVEIWS TO CONTINUE THIS STORY, I KNOW I'VE GOTTEN TONS OF VEIWS, BUT FOR THIS WEEK I ONLY GOT 1 REVEIW! THIS IS CRAZY, ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE TIME AND EFFORT I PUT INTO THIS STORY! AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS CHAPTER I WILL HAVE WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE BEFORE I POST A NEW CHAPTER!
{I WOULD REALLY LIKE TO THANK STORMFEATHER(GUEST), YOU ARE MY MOST LOYAL REVEIWER! IF YOU EVER WANT TO SUMBIT MORE CATS OR HAVE A SUGGESTION OR ANYTHING, LET ME KNOW!}
Now for the rest of Ch.8...
The white cat pushed through a little flap on the side of the twoleg den, meowing at Breezeheart to follow her. Inside it was warmly lighted, the harsh smell of the thunderpaths of twoleg place and the stinking crowfood was erased. Instead a warm scent of young kittens meant Breezeheart's nose.
"Attack!" a shrill voice sounded.
"Ack!" Breezeheart went down under the weight of the kits.
"Peter, Josh, Cindy, dears," Petal snorted, "Get off of the guest."
Breezeheart was slowly let up.
"I guess I need to introduce you," Petal purred, "Kits, this is Breezeheart, Breezeheart, this is Peter, my oldest, Cindy, my middle, and Josh, the baby of the family."
"Aw' mom, I'm only a couple minutes younger!" the pure white tom-kit licked his paws.
"And how old are you?" Breezeheart dipped her head.
"Four months! In three months I'll be finding a new family!" Josh squealed.
"Months?" Breezeheart questioned.
"Same as moons," the she-kit swished her tail as she muttered, "Leave it to outsiders to not know anything."
"Cindy!" Petal rebuked.
Cindy just shrugged her pale gray-and-white shoulders, her amber eyes flashing.
Breezeheart studied the silent dark gray-and-white tom in between his brother and sister.
"Peter looks like his father, although he shares my eyes," Petal whispered, "He's quite silent at times."
Peter slowly got up and came closer to Breezeheart, "You… you look familiar."
Breezeheart shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what the eldest kit was talking about.
"I know who she looks like!" Josh replied, energetically hopping up-and-down. "She looks like Aunty Birdy! You know, Dancey's mum."
"Dancey?" Breezeheart muttered, wondering where this was going.
Petal silenced her kits, wrapping her tail around them, "Brenna was my sister, she died a moon ago- actually," she leaned a bit closer to Breezeheart so that the other kits couldn't here, "she was murdered by her mate's brother."
"That's horrible," Breezeheart whispered.
"The kits call her Aunty Birdy, her mate was murdered afterwards by the same brother- his name was Storm Flash, or Uncle Storm," Petal explained.
"Then what happened to… Dancey?" Breezeheart asked.
"Oh, you mean Storm Dance? Well, I had gone to the field- where Brenna, Storm Flash, and Storm Dance lived- so that Storm Dance and my kits all had companions to grow up with. After Brenna and Storm Flash's deaths I took my kits back to the twoleg place as soon as they were old enough to travel. Storm was five moons old by then, and I had taught her how to hunt and all the fighting moves I knew. I couldn't train her anymore- and she absolutely refused to come back as a kittypet… she said she wanted to become a 'clan-cat,' whatever that was… so I left her at the field, I do hope she's alright. That's why I went to the field earlier, to see if she was okay. I found your friends scent, and hers… it seems as if they went off together. Wait… you friend wouldn't have harmed her, right?" Petal took a fearful step back, her green eyes widening.
Breezeheart laughed in surprise, "Oh, no, Feathersky would never do a thing like that! You said Storm Dance wanted to become a 'Clan-cat?' Well, I figure that's why she went with Feathersky. You see, she and I were both clan cats. Feathersky's a medicine cat, she treats the ill and injured with healing herbs, and I'm… well, a warrior."
"Oh," Petal purred, "Well, it's nice to know that Storm's happy. Oh, I totally forgot! You're probably so hungry dear, well come along; I'll show you a place to get food."
Petal made sure Breezeheart was going to follow her before she dashed off into another room of the twoleg den.
"This is called the kitchen, over there is the food," Petal flicked her tail over to a corner of the room.
"Uh… what is it?" Breezeheart nosed the hard cupped things, her eyes narrowed at the mush and the little things that looked like rabbit droppings in two of them.
Petal strutted forward, "That one is water… the other is hard food- my favorite- and the other is my wet food… it tastes more like the wild. Oh, and the other bowl is milk; my favorite drink!"
"O-ok," Breezeheart bent down and picked up one of the 'hard food' pellets in her mouth.
Her nose curled at the taste, "I think I would rather have squirrel… got any of that around?"
Petal's eyes widened in horror, "Oh, no!"
"That to bad… oh well, I guess I'll taste the others," Breezeheart bit one of the chunks of wet food, "That's… better. Though some fur mixed in would be better..." Breezeheart joked, the kittypet looked repulsed. "What did you eat when you went to the field?"
"Uh… well, there was a really nice twoleg around who fed me…" Petal's voice drifted off, "Try the milk."
Breezeheart dipped her mouth down in the milk bowl, the delicious taste washing over her tongue, "Now that's good!"
"Hey, will you watch the kits for me? Make sure they get to bed soon, but they need someone to play with them. I'm going to go out for a little walk," Petal purred.
"Of course, thanks for everything!" Breezeheart followed Petal out of the kitchen and watched as the kittypet slipped out of the little door.
"Where did mother go?" a demanding voice behind her sounded.
"Uh," Breezeheart spun around, "What was your name again?"
"Cindy," the kit growled, "Now tell me, where did mother go?"
Breezeheart snorted, "Out for a walk, I'm in charge until she gets back."
"You're not 'in charge' of anything, you're a stranger… you don't belong here," Cindy hissed.
"Cindy! Don't be mean!" Josh's squeaky voice sounded from behind his sister.
Breezeheart shuffled her paws nervously, Cindy let out a purr of victory before strutting off to another room in the twoleg den.
"Don't let her bother you, she's that way to everybody- even Dance couldn't even get her to open up," Josh shrugged his shoulders, "Hey, you want to play catch the mouse with me and Peter?"
"Ok, how do you play it?" a hard, fuzzy thing hit Breezeheart in the nose. "Uh… what is that thing?"
"The mouse," Josh answered playfully. "At least it's a twoleg version of it- it's fake," he quickly added when Breezeheart bent down to sniff it.
"Where's the tail?" Breezeheart asked, noticing that it was missing.
Josh snorted, "Cindy likes to chew them off, says they taste good."
Breezeheart wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Cindy! Come on, we need you on a team to play catch the mouse!" Josh yowled.
The pale gray-and-white she-kit appeared at the door entrance, "Do I have to play with her?"
"No, you get to play with me!" Josh squeaked.
"Fine, let's get this game started," Cindy snorted, taking her place beside Josh, "Ok, rules of the game, the mouse cannot touch the ground and you can use your paws, back, and head to keep the mouse in the air. Do whatever you can to steal the mouse since moms out of the house!"
"Wa-" Breezeheart went to reject the last statement, but was cut off by Cindy.
"GO!" the she-kit yowled.
Breezeheart quickly came to the conclusion that she was the one with the mouse when Josh leaped on her back, nipping her on the ear. Quickly she threw the mouse to Peter, who ran away from Cindy and tossed the mouse to Breezeheart. Breezeheart found herself bombarded by the three kits and quickly went limp, the kits in confusion let her go and she sprang up, racing away from them. All the sudden, she found Cindy infront of her.
"Think you're so fast huh? Well, I just happen to be the fastest cat in twoleg place!" the kit smirked, leaping on Breezeheart.
Breezeheart raised a sheathed paw and blocked the kits attack. Cindy attacked again, using her sped to her advantage but Breezeheart also blocked this attack.
"No fair! Even Storm couldn't block my attacks!" Cindy hissed in frustration, trying time after time to get into the warriors defenses.
Finally, Breezeheart grew tired of toying with the kit and on the next attack, pinned her to the ground with one paw, "You want to learn how to fight?"
Cindy sent a death glare in Breezeheart's direction, "I already know how to fight!"
Breezeheart rolled her eyes, "Sure."
"I want to see how you do the moves… just to make sure you're doing them right," Cindy added, smirking.
Breezeheart laughed, "Ok, let's start with something simple… a front paw-swipe."
A/N: Now as I said above, I need at least 1 review about the story, and at least 2 answering the following question before I post the next chapter on Monday, this will only take a second!
Which of Petal's kits do you like the best?
A) Prideful Cindy
B) Hyper Josh
C) Shy Peter
Adios,
~Willow
If you can answer the following question, go ahead and make a character and I'll put them in one of the future chapters...
?Te gusta la escuela?
My answer: in the next chapter!
