CHAPTER 5.7 FANGPAW
With his teeth bared, he dodged her swipe, smashing her underbelly with a well placed kick. He had to move quickly, or-
"Hah! You'd be dead if I didn't want you alive" the she-cat barked triumphantly. Fangpaw sat back, tired out by her training as he always was. "Now, now. You'll get stronger eventually. Regardless, I promised to tell you a bit about shades, didn't I? Well, for starters, shades are the deceased spirits, or whatever else you like to call them, of cats" she told him. He seemed fascinated by her explanation, but before he could ask a question, howls of wind brought clouds, before he-
