Chapter Nineteen:
Moorland
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It was Sunhigh. Fireheart and Sandstorm were towards the middle of the moor. It had been two days since they left ShadowClan camp. The moor was long, and flat. The sun was dipping down towards the horizon behind them, and Fireheart was ready for the mid-day meal.
"Sandstorm, time to stop and eat!" exclaimed Fireheart, sitting down.
"Can't we wait until we stop tonight? I'm not hungry. Why is it all toms think about is thier stomachs!" laughed Sandstorm. "You can hunt if we find something in our path, and eat along the way, but I'm continuing."
"Fine," mewed Fireheart, and continued padding beside Sandstorm. Soon, the sun dipped behind the mountains in back of Fireheart and Sandstorm. Sandstorm stopped.
"Alright, Fireheart. Let's go hunting," mewed Sandstorm. Greenleaf was coming soon, and prey was plentyful. Sandstorm caught a vole, and Fireheart caught a mouse. This time-it was really dead. They ate, and than began sharing tongues as the last rays of the sun were pulled behind them in the mountains. The full moon rose above the mountains to the north.
"There's a gathering tonight," mewed Fireheart.
"Yeah. I wonder what's happening," mewed Sandstorm.
Short, i know...i shall write a chapter about the gathering for the medicine cats.