Heeeeeeeeey, guys! I'm baa~aack!
So, I ended up entering the contest for Amazon with my completed novel. You have no idea how relieved I am to get that done and get back to this. XD Thanks for all the well-wishing~
Also, I have changed my penname, so this is indeed Shadow still. XD I've been on FFnet for a year now, so I figured it was about time for a change. :D
Amazingly Awesome Person - I LOVE poppies. They're totally my favorite flower EVER. Yup yup, Hollystar's not strong enough...yet. :D Ouch. I have to say, I've never broken anything, but two years ago, I passed out at school and sprained both my knees and my right wrist. That totally wasn't fun, especially when you have to write a lot. =\ And heck yes did I make Hollystar scary on purpose! XD
Lightkit - I know what will become of this...ANGST. XDf
xXSnowfireXx - Aaaw. -blushes- You're so nice. I love to add in all those little bits of details and stuffs. If you wanna look into it, you should totally check out NaNoWriMo for novel-writing. It really gives you a kick in the butt to write something long. XD I actually think that this one's gonna end in maybe five more chapters or so. I'm kinda getting tired of all these kitties. XD
Icethroat21 - Hear, hear, old bean! :D YES! And with these similarities, we shall one day rule the world! :D:D Or not. XD
violinlover71898 - Haha, I know, right? :P Well, Hollystar was one bossy little furball.
Fwirl - I did indeed, kohai. I did indeed. Also, you just lost the game. :D
Oh, and the dream from the last chapter? Totally based on the most amazing game ever: Fable 2. DO NOT look up the music box theme. DO NOT.
Enjoy~
Days passed. Nights passed. The moon went through its everlasting cycle as normal, unfeelingly watching down over the Clans, ignorant to the struggles of those below.
Amberpaw shivered as a gust of wind nearly blew her off-balance, the cold air blasting down from the mountains that loomed above her formidably. Her eyes narrowed as she stared down at the place ahead of her: a simple dip in the ground, clawed out of the earth by the unending rasp and scrape of the wind and sand.
A feeling of something close to relief flooded her chest as she stepped delicately down to the empty pool's edge, the thin moss crunching underneath her paws. Ever since the fight so many moons ago, something nagged at the edge of her mind, like a fly that refused to budge. In the past moons, she had suffered from nightmares of this place, dark twisted images of shadows that stalked after her and stars that glimmered down coldly from the sky. Fire rained from the sky in her dreams, scorching the ground into unrecognizable heaps of ash and blackened stone.
Sleepless and unspeaking now, she stopped at the edge of the stony dip, perking her ears to attention as she heard the rasping gurgle of water bubbling in the hole in the center.
The scent that came from the water was both revolting and alluring, capturing her full attention. She found herself wondering what it tasted like, what it would feel like coursing down her parched throat and into her belly. Would it be as icy as the leaf-bare snow that had just begun to recede? Would it burn her like the fire she was haunted by?
She swallowed hard, not knowing what she would do now that she was here. She found her eyes closing, her legs collapsing underneath her as a black wave of sleep overtook her.
Blinking open her eyes, she found herself staring at the shimmering ball of colored light that had first visited her. Terror coursed through her veins, burning through her dull curiosity like a wildfire. "This is all your fault!" she screamed at it, her voice breaking. "Everything that's happened to me— Redpaw being gone, my mind falling to pieces, my friends avoiding me—it's all because of you! I don't know who I am! I feel nothing anymore! What do you want from me?!"
The orb coalesced into a catlike shape, long-legged and agile with glowing iridescent eddies of color wavered through its eyes, swirling hypnotically. "Be strong, Amberpaw," it commanded in its multiple voices. "We are still in need of your services."
"I don't care!" she cried, backing up. "I don't care what you want, what you need! Just leave me alone! I don't want to do this—I don't want to die."
She gasped, fighting for breath. She had finally said it out loud. What she had been dreading, making her heart and mind sick…it was finally said. Put out in the open.
"I don't want to die," she repeated bitterly. "I don't want to die."
The brilliantly-colored cat listened through her protesting politely, not saying anything. Its shimmering fur kept changing patterns, images floating through the light: running water, black-and-white fur, falling leaves, a cat's amber eyes.
"Please," she whispered, begging. "Please don't make me do this."
"You do not know what you must do," it said calmly, eyes burning icy-blue. "You will not know until it confronts you."
"What are you?" she demanded, trembling. "Don't you think you owe me that much?"
The cat tilted its head to the side. "If you knew what we were, would it change anything? Would you refuse to help us, or would you leap to our aid? If you knew the truth, nothing would change: your destiny was not decided by us."
"My destiny? I…I don't want that! I just want to be a normal cat!"
"Amberpaw, it is you that must do this. In your blood runs the blood of four leaders. The strength and power of those cats will assist you in the coming half-moon."
Her heart froze. Sitting down hard, she echoed, "The coming moon?"
"On the first day of the new season, your life will end."
Amberpaw felt numb all over. She couldn't feel, couldn't see, couldn't even breathe. The first day of green-leaf… "Hollypaw has my blood also," she said slowly, brain still not working. "Why is it that I was chosen?"
"Would you rather have your sister die in your stead?" The voices had no inflection.
Amberpaw immediately regretted her question. "We should both get to live," she growled, glaring poisonously up at the light.
"That is not a reasonable choice." It resumed its former shape—the glittering ball of shimmering light. "We have given you all that we can for now. Know this: both forces are rising as we speak. The consequences of you rejecting the call will be terrible for cats in this land."
Amberpaw opened her mouth to protest but found herself standing straight up back in front of the pool.
Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her vision ebbed. "I'm going to die," she whispered to herself. Flipping her paw over, she stared blankly at the patch of raw skin on her pad. The wound had closed, but the place where it had been was still bright red as if it was fresh.
Setting it back down blankly, she turned around to trudge back to the Clan and pretend that she was alright. It would have to be one of the usual excuses: Out hunting, went for a drink, heard something unusual. She didn't even have to work to think of the lies.
There was a sharp rustling sound behind her, followed by a series of breathless grunting.
Amberpaw, with more energy than she had shown in a long time, leapt into the bushes and hid, peering out between the prickly stems of bramble just in time to see the hindquarters of a white cat lurch through the undergrowth on the other side of the empty pool, followed by shoulders and then a neck smeared with red blood.
She felt her breath catch as she saw what the other cat was doing: he was towing the limp body of another cat into the clearing, a familiar-looking she-cat with a white-flecked pale brown pelt.
Oh, StarClan. It's Splashpaw.
The WindClan apprentice was struggling feebly, her pelt ragged and torn as her body dragged over the ground. She reached back with one forepaw and lashed out at her captor, but the white tom simply ignored her.
He dumped her unceremoniously on the stone ground of the dip and stepped back, sitting down casually.
"Let me go, you fox-hearted…" Splashpaw was cursing the other cat in a raspy voice. "You just wait until I get my claws on you."
"Silence," he said calmly. "You won't be getting your claws on anyone."
Amberpaw felt a thrill of horror. He's going to kill her!
"Who are you?" Splashpaw demanded weakly. "You snuck up behind me when I was hunting. No one can do that!"
"My name is Keegan," the white cat answered politely. "And this is where you end, I'm afraid. Look there." He pointed with his muzzle.
Amberpaw followed his gaze to see a trickle of Splashpaw's blood dripping steadily into the dark hole in the center of the pool.
Keegan himself was watching this with a rapt expression of almost hunger. "Yes. Pretty little pale she-cat, you will soon be a part of the darkness. Very, very soon."
"No!" Splashpaw got shakily to her paws, turning to confront the white tom. Amberpaw had to admire her bravery as she stared down a cat much larger than herself. "I'll fight you!"
Keegan sighed dramatically. "Can't you just give up your lifeblood? It's so difficult to try and steal it from you. I still have scars from the last she-cat I killed here. Not as pretty as you, but just as pale-furred. Gray and white, you know."
Is he talking about Hazeltail? Amberpaw's mind was blank with horror.
"They need it more than you do," he pointed out, taking one pawstep closer.
Splashpaw backed up by the same amount. "Who does?"
"You don't need to worry about that, little she-cat." His voice was friendly and conversational, even as he took another step closer, causing Splashpaw to retreat hastily. "Just look up at the stars. It'll all be over soon. I'll make it quick and painless."
Splashpaw's whole pelt was on edge. "You're going…to kill me?" she whispered. "Well, I won't let you! I'll fight!"
Keegan sighed again. "Always the difficult ones." With that being said, he lunged forward quicker than Amberpaw would have thought possible and sank his teeth into the apprentice's throat. She yowled, recoiling, and raked at him with her hind paws.
Unable to help herself, Amberpaw threw herself down the side of the embankment and dragged Keegan away from Splashpaw. She hissed and spat, displaying her claws threateningly as she growled, "Back off!"
Keegan's blue eyes widened. "Another?" he muttered, almost to himself.
Splashpaw was heaving as she fought for breath. Amberpaw spared a quick glance backward to see the WindClan cat's throat was torn raggedly, dark blood pooling onto the ground beside her.
Keegan's eyes lit up. "Yes, yes. Lots of nice fresh blood from pretty she-cats," he purred. "Would you like to be next, little cream she-cat?"
Amberpaw felt her stomach roil with disgust and hatred. "Leave now and this won't be difficult."
"But I love being difficult," he murmured, eyes narrowed. He stepped forward again and Amberpaw leapt, sinking her teeth into the loose skin of his throat. He hissed, twisting his head to the side as he cuffed her over the head with a forepaw, using the other one to pin her to the ground. Panting, he bared his teeth and sank them into her shoulder, making her screech in pain.
Amberpaw twisted and lashed out with her hind claws, scoring a series of grooves along his flanks that turned his white pelt scarlet. Using her new grip, she swung upwards, slashing her claws down his ear.
Keegan shrieked under her blows, thrashing in her grip. Slamming his forepaws down on her foreleg, he broke her hold and bounded away, leaping up the embankment onto higher ground. Eyes narrowed, he launched himself down on her back, making her slam into the ground and lose her breath.
Now with the advantage, he pinned both her forelegs down with one paw, leaning close to her face to whisper, "Don't think you can beat me. I've got a lifetime of training."
Wrinkling back her lip, she hissed in his face.
He brought his other forepaw across her face with claws unsheathed, slicing four even cuts in the soft skin of her cheek.
Amberpaw winced as her blood ran, hot and sticky, down her face, matting in her pelt. She twisted and squirmed beneath his grip, getting one paw loose. Aiming for his already-wounded face, her paw brushed over the blood there.
A bolt of agony coursed through her, making her back arch as she screeched.
She lost all feeling in her body as images and memories that were not her own poured into her brain. Eyes wide, she watched as she saw a younger Keegan, eyes bright and happy as he played with his littermates. She saw him catch his first prey, bringing it back triumphantly to his mother. She watched as he fell in love with a beautiful ginger she-cat and how she had scorned his love. She followed along his pawsteps as he snuck into her den in the middle of a moonless night and made the ground run red with her blood…
"Stop! Stop!" Keegan's voice was raised in a shriek. "Stop it! Get out of my head!"
But Amberpaw couldn't move; her paw felt as secured to his face as if it had bolted there.
Now, beaten and heartbroken and thirsty for blood, Keegan wandered into the forest. She listened to his feverish mind as he followed the whispers to this place, pressing his ear to the dark ground here and hearing the words of greatness they spoke. He was given a mission: to bring the pale she-cat here and deposit her blood, for which he would be greatly rewarded.
"No!" Keegan ripped himself away from her, racing up and through the undergrowth, howling in pain the whole way. The bushes shivered with his passage and then lay still.
Amberpaw gasped on the ground. She couldn't seem to get enough air.
What had just happened?
Splashpaw stirred behind her, and she whirled to face the wounded she-cat. By now, the WindClan cat's eyes were dimming, the life leaking away from her broken body.
"Splashpaw," Amberpaw murmured. "Can you hear me?"
A spark of energy coursed through the she-cat, and she lifted her head to look at Amberpaw. "My name is Splashstep," she corrected, her voice sounding rather insulted. "You'd…you'd do well to…remember it, ThunderClan."
And then her head fell backwards and the light faded from her eyes.
Amberpaw just sat and stared at the broken body of the WindClan warrior. Moments ago, she had probably been happy and healthy, hunting for rabbits in her windblown territory, not knowing what snuck up behind her.
And now she was dead.
Moving slowly, Amberpaw tilted over the paw she had somehow connected to Keegan with. The red skin of the wound now shone as if there was a light underneath it, beating in time with her racing heart. She turned to face Splashstep, placing her paw gently on her uninjured flank and bracing herself for the burst of sheer agony she had felt with Keegan.
But nothing happened.
She moved her paw up to Splashstep's shoulder and tried again. Still nothing.
Then she remembered the bright blood that had stuck out on Keegan's head like yew berries on the snow.
Wincing slightly, she placed her paw against Splashstep's torn throat.
Again, she gasped as her eyes went blank, but this time, there was no pain. She saw Splashstep's memories, flashing in front of her eyes in a series of rapid moments. She saw Splashstep's mother and father rejoicing her birth; she saw her apprentice ceremony as the brown she-cat lifted her head proudly, the Clan cheering her on in the background. She watched as Splashstep was made a warrior, seeing her father's proud expression in the hazy background as her mother and two little brothers bounded and leapt behind them.
Then the memories changed, grew darker, more twisted. She was one with the WindClan she-cat as she heard the whispers of her Clan, as she saw her father's father sneaking away in the middle of the night. She remembered with Splashstep as the she-cat reminisced about the time of a great, cruel ThunderClan leader that had led the Clans to tyranny. And Amberpaw watched with Splashstep as that leader died by the claws of her own brother.
Gasping wildly, Amberpaw broke contact with Splashstep's blood, stepping backwards quickly and shaking her head rapidly. "No, no," she panted. "That can't be right."
Had Lionstar killed his sister? Had that really happened? Or was it a mistake?
Her father couldn't have done that! He was an honorable leader! He had taken over and led ThunderClan to peace after Hollystar had died.
But maybe, a voice in the back of her mind whispered, that's why he refuses to talk about it. Because he was ashamed that he had killed his own sister.
Snapping back to the present, Amberpaw knew that she had to bring Splashstep back to her own territory. The thought of the small brown she-cat lying cold and alone in the ice-locked forest was almost more than she could bear. Dipping her head, she grabbed the limp she-cat by the scruff and began to haul her up the side of the embankment, scraping her pads over the sharp-sided dead leaves that littered the ground.
What am I going to do now? she wondered blankly as she slowly headed to the WindClan border. Not only am I going to die, but now I somehow have this power.
Could she ever help out her wounded Clanmates when she could see their life stories just by touching their blood? And how could she ever begin to tell Hollypaw? Her sister had already begun to drift away from her as it was, growing more cold and distant than ever. And even more unusual, she had begun to hang around Jayfeather more often as well, whispering to each other.
Amberpaw had never felt so alone in her life.
The urge to go and see Windfall was almost unbearable. She had to force the white tabby tom to the back of her mind so that she wouldn't race over to the ShadowClan border this very instant. Ever since he had told her why he hated her father, he had been more wary to meet up. Lionstar had already watched them with shrewd eyes as the ThunderClan patrol had left that day. Her heart ached as she had seen Windfall's desperate expression, begging her to not trust the father she had always known.
And now, with Splashstep's memories, she knew that he might be right after all.
Amberpaw laid Splashstep down gently on the WindClan side of the stream, using her other forepaw to gently brush off the clinging leaves. Sighing heavily, she dipped her head and whispered, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I promise that your death won't be in vain, Splashstep."
And with that, she turned her back on WindClan's territory and headed back to her own territory, wanting to believe that it was all a dream, that she would wake up soon and Redpaw would still be alive and she never was chosen to die.
"Hey, Amberpaw." Rainshadow, who was on watch, dipped his head as she padded back into the camp. "You were gone a while this time."
"My prey got away from me again," she lied easily.
He sniffed at her pelt. "You smell like WindClan," he noted. "Was there no prey over there?"
"None." She shook her head. She had already cleaned herself off of all the blood from both Keegan and Splashstep. "Well, I should go and see what Sorreltail wants me to do."
He dipped his head. "See you later then."
She didn't respond. Looking around for her mentor, she saw the tortoiseshell she-cat sitting beneath the Highledge, letting Harekit and Faintkit tumble over her.
She looked up as Amberpaw approached. "Hey," she greeted cheerfully. "No training for the rest of the day today, okay? I told Honeyfern I would watch these little scraps while she went out with Berrynose."
"Oh." Amberpaw felt disappointed. Training would have been the best thing to get her mind off of what had just happened. "Okay."
"Guess what, Amberpaw?" Faintkit pressed her nose in Amberpaw's thick fur. "We're going to be apprentices today!"
Amberpaw purred. "Oh? And are you going to be the best apprentices ever?"
"You know it," Harekit grumbled. "Although, I wanted Redpaw as my mentor." The little kit sounded sad.
The familiar grief clutched at Amberpaw's heart. "He'll be watching you from StarClan," she said gently.
"It's not the same." He scuffed at the ground with one forepaw.
"I know," Faintkit said sympathetically, licking her brother over the ear. "But we'll become great warriors for his sake, okay?"
Harekit just muttered low in his throat, not making eye-contact.
Amberpaw said her goodbyes and trotted over to the apprentices' den, wanting to just be alone with her thoughts.
Hollypaw padded out just when Amberpaw was about to go in, nearly colliding with her. "Oops! Sorry, Amberpaw." She blinked in surprise. "What happened to you?"
Feeling a pang of fear, she demanded, "What do you mean?"
"Well, I dunno. You look kind of dazed. Did something happen?" Her voice was concerned.
Dismissively, she mewed, "No. I'm fine."
Hollypaw didn't look convinced. "Do you want to go see Jayfeather?"
Just the mention of the name made Amberpaw flinch. "No thanks," she said quickly.
Looking speculative now, Hollypaw tilted her head and asked, "Do you not like him?"
"It's not that, I just don't want to go get any herbs."
"I think you should."
"Well, I don't." Amberpaw tried to keep the snap out of her voice. "I just want to sleep."
"Please go and get some herbs," Hollypaw said softly. "I went and got some after you asked me to, remember? After Redpaw—"
"If it'll make you happy, I will," Amberpaw said swiftly, not wanting to remember those dim, endless days.
Hollypaw nodded. "Thanks. Let's go now, okay?"
Amberpaw padded after her sister, noticing how thin and ragged she looked. Every cat in the Clan was suffering from hunger—a famine not broken by the recent thaw. All of the prey seemed to be more than content to hide snug in their burrows, their food stores seeming to hold out.
"Hollypaw," Jayfeather greeted, nudging Leafpool awake. "And Amberpaw?" He sounded surprised. "What brings you two here?"
"Amberpaw wants some herbs to help her sleep," Hollypaw said for her. "She hasn't been sleeping well."
"Nightmares?" Leafpool asked, looking sharply at Amberpaw.
Confused, Amberpaw nodded. "Just usual ones."
Jayfeather's eyes flickered between the two sisters. "Hollypaw, can you excuse us, please?"
Hollypaw's eyes were sharp. "Why?"
"Private matters not for nosy apprentices," he growled in return, shooing her out of the den. Hollypaw cast one glance back before disappearing out the entrance to the den.
"The same nightmares?" Leafpool prompted as soon as she was out of earshot. "Have you gotten any more messages?"
"No," she said forcefully. "I've just had normal dreams. Please, can I just have some herbs and go?"
"Have you ever seen a red moon in your dreams?" Jayfeather asked, his voice deadly serious.
"A red…moon? No. No, I haven't seen anything like that." She shook her head.
"Amberpaw, have you been back to that pool?" Leafpool's voice was soft but insistent. "You need to tell us the truth."
Amberpaw hesitated, not saying anything.
"Amberpaw, we can help you. Please tell us." Leafpool pressed her pelt reassuringly against Amberpaw's.
Feeling a lump rise in her throat, she nodded.
Jayfeather's breath caught. "When?"
"Today. There…there was another cat there. He brought a she-cat to the pool and made her blood go in. Splashstep of WindClan." The images of the pool ran through her mind again and again. "He killed her and then tried to kill me. I…I fought him off somehow. He ran away."
"What did he look like?" Leafpool asked softly.
"White. He was all white. And his name was Keegan. He was a loner and came here looking for answers. He killed the she-cat he loved and wanted answers. He's crazy."
"He told you this?" Jayfeather sounded surprised.
"No." Amberpaw knew she was in dangerous territory. If she told them this, she would have no way of ever taking the words back. "I felt it. Through his blood."
"What do you mean by that?" Jayfeather and Leafpool shared a startled glance.
"When I touched his blood, I could feel his memories. They came through his blood into my head. I saw his kithood and his littermates. I watched him kill that she-cat and I watched him get his directions from them."
"Them? Who is 'them?'"
"The ones in the hole. They told him to bring back a pale she-cat for the hole to…drink." She had no other way to describe it. "He was the one who killed Hazeltail. That's why she didn't have any blood."
"How did you sense it through his blood?" Leafpool looked confused, but something else was in her eyes too; Amberpaw didn't want to think it was fear.
"I touched it. With this paw." Finally, after all the moons of secrecy, she displayed the bright red weal on her paw—the one she had tried desperately to hide.
Jayfeather's pale eyes widened as he stared at it. Leaning closer, he sniffed at it. "It smells like a normal wound," he mewed. "This can't be the same one we gave you bandages for?"
"It is," she confirmed shakily. "I touched the blood with this paw and I could read his memories."
Jayfeather shared an excited glance with Leafpool. "Can you do it now?" he demanded, whirling back to face her. "If I showed you some blood?"
"Yours?" she asked, confused.
"No," Leafpool said bluntly. Turning around, she pulled out a wad of cobwebs. "I just pulled these off of Oakdapple," she explained. "See if you can tell what she was doing when she hurt herself."
Hesitant now, Amberpaw paused.
"Come on," Jayfeather growled. "Hurry up."
Taking a deep breath, Amberpaw extended her paw and rested it on the bloodstained cobwebs.
Again, there was that rushing feeling, as if she had fallen backwards. She saw the world through Oakdapple's eyes, how she felt about the Clan, the love for her mother and father, a hidden affection for Mousewhisker that she was too afraid to admit, her pride in being a part of ThunderClan. She walked with Oakdapple as she padded through the woods with Rainshadow at her side, listened in on how she had challenged him to leap over a fallen log. He had done it; she had gotten caught and had to be freed, much to her humiliation.
Embarrassed and flustered, Amberpaw pulled her paw back. She hadn't meant to see all that the ginger-dappled she-cat saw—especially not that bit about Mousewhisker. "She cut herself trying to jump over a log," she reported. "Her and Rainshadow were competing."
Jayfeather dipped his head, eyes unreadable. "Very good."
Leafpool nuzzled Amberpaw's shoulder. "You did well," she mewed gently. "Don't worry; we'll help you out, okay? You should probably stay away from blood at all costs—you went into some sort of daze when you touched it."
Amberpaw nodded, letting out a shaky breath of relief. "What's going to happen?" she whispered.
"I don't know," Leafpool admitted while Jayfeather remained silent. "But we'll figure it out."
Amberpaw nodded. "Thank you."
She dipped her head. "I think the ceremony is about to start. Why don't you go and watch?"
"Okay." Without another word in case she let slip something about what the light had told her, she padded out of the medicine den just in time to see Lionstar leap onto on the Highledge.
As she watched him do the familiar call, she couldn't help thinking back to Splashstep's memories. Had Lionstar really killed his own sister? Had he done it in the coldblooded way that Windfall had accused him of? She couldn't imagine Lionstar doing anything of the sort, but she also knew that Windfall wouldn't lie to her—not with their agreement.
Hollypaw dropped beside her just as Harepaw got his apprentice name. "Did they give you something?" she asked, watching as Ferncloud came forward to touch her new apprentice's nose to her own.
"Yeah," she answered. "I feel much better now."
Hollypaw muttered something unintelligible.
Amberpaw looked over at her, amused. "Is that a show of affection, Hollypaw?"
Hollypaw put on a bland expression, staring at Faintpaw as she stepped over to Mousewhisker and touched his nose in respect. "Maybe," she said at last.
Purring, Amberpaw leaned against her sister's shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," she mewed softly.
"Me too. It's just been…so hard." She blinked rapidly. "On all of us."
Knowing she was talking about Redpaw, she sighed heavily. "I know. But our naming ceremony should be coming up soon. That's something good."
"Definitely. But…let's promise to be there for each other. Okay?" She turned to look at Amberpaw, looking rather embarrassed. "Do you know what the last thing I said to Redpaw before he died was? I told him, 'You better start improving soon, little mouse, or you won't ever be a warrior.'" She closed her eyes in pain. "I have to live knowing that's the last thing I said to my little brother."
"He knew you didn't mean it," Amberpaw said softly. "He knew you loved him and he loved us."
"I hope so." She didn't sound certain.
"It's true." Getting to her paws, Amberpaw mewed, "Let's go and get some prey, alright?"
"Alright." She looked up at her sister. "Thanks a lot, Amberpaw. When we become elders, we'll be able to tell all the new little kits about Redpaw and us when we were younger, right?"
Feeling like something was stuck in her throat, Amberpaw nodded. "Of course we will. I look forward to it."
Aw, how sad, eh? I love angst. XD
And now I actually have to go practice piano. My lesson's on Thursday and I haven't practiced yet. T-T
R&R~
Shadow