musicamode: Hello again! I don't own any characters except for Thorn. Y'all know that.
Scourge: "Y'all"?
musicamode: What? Can't I have an accent?
Firestar: sigh... On with the story!
Thorn winced as she pulled herself out of the bramble patch. Her wet fur lay slick against her body, and she shook her paws feebly. The she-cat spied a reasonably dry hollow under an old log and slipped under. Thorn tried, in vain, to dry her soaking wet fur; and gave up after a few minutes. She stared outside at the rain before curling up and falling into an uncomfortable sleep.
"Brambleclaw, come ON!" Sandstorm meowed impatiently.
"I'm coming, Sandstorm! Sheesh…" the tom snapped, padding over muddy ground to the bramble tunnel. (The rain had stopped.)
The two cats headed out of the tunnel on dawn patrol. They were nearing Snakerocks when Sandstorm paused and sniffed the air.
"What is it?" Brambleclaw asked.
"I don't kno-- wait…"
Sandstorm parted her jaws and drew in the scent.
"Bloodclan!" she snarled.
"But we drove them all out three days ago." Brambleclaw said. "Are you sure that's not old?"
The pale ginger she-cat sniffed again.
"No, it's fresh." She insisted. " C'mon."
She ran off into the trees, with Brambleclaw in pursuit. Sandstorm came to a halt near an old log. She peered under and snarled, her hackles raised. But her snarls abruptly stopped, and she beckoned Brambleclaw over with her tail. The tom looked under as well. Lying on her side under the log was a red and black she-cat, a queen, telling by the size of her belly. Her eyes were wide open in fear and she was breathing shallowly and quickly. (A/N: Panting in a pregnate cat is a sign of going into labor.) Sandstorm backed up a bit and sat down; Brambleclaw did the same.
"What should we do?" the dark tom asked. "We can't kill her and we shouldn't leave her here. She's going to have kits soon."
Sandstorm though for a minute.
"We'll take her back to camp as a prisoner." She decided. "Once she's had her kits, Firestar can decide what to do with her."
musicamode: Once again, another short chapter.
Sandstorm: Time for "Thank-Yous!"
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Scourge: Please review!
Firestar: "Please"! Since when do you say "please", Scourge?