Hey guys! Unfortunately, this will be my last chapter for the holidays. I'm working on a Christmas story and will continue after. The Christmas story will be posted Dec, 19. I hope you aren't to mad. Enjoy anyways!

Chapter 12

Wildheart was racing around, her red tongue was flying out. Emberfur looked at the red stuff and turned to Brokenflower and Jayclaw.

"Find some water." The two cats nodded and turned around.

"Water won't help." Emberfur heard a cat call from atop a fence and Jayclaw and Brokenflower turned back around.

Emberfur looked up and saw a fat brown tom washing his tail.

"Then what will help?" Emberfur cried. The tom faced her with bright green eyes and with stunning agility, he leaped off the fence. He stuck his stick-like tail in front of Wildheart and started leading the dancing she-cat through a small hole into a flat stretch of grass with a small tree. Emberfur spotted a small metal bowl in the shade and she and Bluewater stepped through.

"What did she eat?" Emberfur asked as Wildheart raced to the bowl and started lapping out of it with noisy slurps.

"She ate sriracha." The tom answered.

"What?" Emberfur tilted her head to one side, trying to figure out what that was.

"Hot sauce." The tom rephrased.

"Who?"

"Hot red stuff that housefolk put on stuff." The tom meowed with a glimmer of annoyance.

Emberfur shook her head and turned back to Wildheart who was staring at the bowl. Emberfur and her sister padded up to the black she-cat and saw light pink stuff.

"Zoe won't mind." The tom observed.

"Who?" Emberfur tilted her head again.

"You're in her yard." The tom sighed.

"She won't mind what?" Emberfur asked.

"You ask a lot of questions cat." The tom observed, "That was milk she drank, it was white, your friend got some sriracha in it."

"My name is not cat. It's Emberfur." Emberfur meowed coolly.

"That sounds like a wildcat name, we don't get many wildcats here."

"And you may never again, lay one claw on her and you won't see anything for the rest of your life." Brokenflower growled from behind the fence.

"You can come out." Emberfur called. And Brokenflower poked her head through the hole.

"My name's Pete." The brown tom meowed.

"Who?" Emberfur tilted her head.

"Oh for the love of Twolegs!" The tom cried, "Me my name is—" He broke off when he saw Emberfur giggling. "Oh very funny!" Pete growled and cuffed her on the side of her head, knocking her to the soft grass.

Emberfur herd the soft pounding of paws and a growl. She heard a cry cut short from Pete as Brokenflower pounced on the tom.

Emberfur leapt up and saw Brokenflower on the tom with her teeth bared and Pete's green eyes were widened in terror.

"Call off your cat!" He begged.

"It's your fault you don't have a sense of humor." Emberfur meowed wryly. "Brokenflower, release!" She added with mock order.

Brokenflower sprang away and hurtled to Emberfur.

"Emberfur, scream!" Brokenflower mimicked.

Emberfur drew in a long breath, getting ready to scream as loud as she could in the she-cat's ear when Wildheart, was trying to push Brokenflower off with a weak little push.

Emberfur eventually got up and padded to a shady spot with hard stone underpaw when Bluewater started giving the analysis.

"Wildheart's not hurt, just shocked and she may not speak for a while."

"Dear StarClan Bluewater, you make me sound like a kit who just saw her mother get eaten by a badger, I'm fine." Wildheart croaked amusingly. He turned to Pete and dipped her head. "Thank you, my tongue might have been burned off if it wasn't for you."

When did Wildheart start acting proper? Maybe getting her tongue nearly toasted off can change a cat. Ever since that thought, Emberfur has started wondering how to trick Brokenflower into eating 'sriracha'.

Wildheart

Wildheart still had a stinging pain nibbling at the tip of her tongue, but she ignored it. There was something up with Goldenstripe and Brokenflower, both had been acting…strange.

"Where do we go next?" Goldenstripe mewed behind Wildheart.

"Oh Goldenstripe!" Wildheart panted. "You startled me."

"Sorry." Awkward silence followed as ever-cat was here and accounted for. While Wildheart was drinking the milk and shenanigans, Jayclaw sidled off and brought back four mice. They tasted a little dusty, but it was food.

"Thanks Jayclaw." Mumbled Wildheart. Awkward silence again.

After everyone ate, Bluewater got up and leaped on the fence with stunning grace and presented the remains of her mouse to Pete who was staring at the eating warriors.

"This is for you." Bluewater mewed kindly on the fence. Pete looked shocked and manage to stutter,

"Um, no thanks, I like my food blood-less."

"Can I have it?" Brokenflower volunteered. Bluewater nodded and leapt back down with more difficulty and passed the fresh-kill to Brokenflower.

After everyone ate, Goldenstripe took a nap and Wildheart realized just how weary she was. Wildheart, after assuring Brokenflower, slept by the golden she-cat. Jayclaw and Bluewater went looking for herbs, and Emberfur and Brokenflower were on watch. That's bad. Wildheart thought remembering their last fight at camp. She was now imagining Brokenflower stranding Emberfur somewhere in the Kittypet Place and then telling everyone else she was out on a hunt.

Shaking the worries away, Wildheart rested her head on her paws and pressed up on Goldenstripe, and she let sleep carry her away.

Bluewater

Bluewater's dreams were troubled. She kept imagining that Emberfur ate the hot sauce and milk wasn't nearby. Emberfur's tongue kept shriveling until there was nothing left.

Bluewater sat up and looked up to see her friends were asleep right there, in the middle of the twolegplace. At night. She looked to see if a guard was put or something, and saw Pete sitting a vigil on top of the fence.

No matter if there was a cat who knew his place around, Bluewater wanted to get out of here. Fast.