3-2-20 6:09 PM
Warmth had started to spread through the camp. There was no wind, and the sun's hot rays beamed down. Bluefur hissed. Giving her coat a few licks as she watched her kits out the corner of her eye.
From inside the nursery Leopardfoot was curled up sleeping. The black she-cat was closer and closer to kitting. Her belly was expanded, and Featherwhisker was often checking up on her. Bluefur and the other queens were told to keep an eye on Leopardfoot, and she had been happy to.
Beside her Robinwing was also grooming her pelt. Every now and then looking up to see if her kits were okay. "Do you think theirs enough warriors to mentor all these kits?" Robinwing asked.
Flicking an ear she paused. "I'm sure that Pinestar will sort that out." She replied, her eyes narrowing. "Anyhow, shouldn't your and Swiftbreeze's kits be apprenticed at the same time? One of you could mentor the others kit."
Robinwing nodded, smiling as she purred. "Of course, and it's good to have a lot of apprentices. ThunderClan is strong with many in our ranks." Stretching, the brown queen padded off with a wave of her tail.
Laying on the grass she watched the kits. Both of the other queens were off somewhere, and with Leopardfoot sleeping it was her job to keep an eye on them.
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Firemoon padded along the fences. His ears perked, tail lashing as he breathed in the scents of the twolegplace. It brought back memories that he wanted to keep away. Yet, some were good. But mostly just starving among these pampered kittypets. He hissed softly. Remembering how harsh and greedy some of the kittypets could be.
But then again, he had found a former kittypet who took him in. Her name had been Goldie, a older queen who tought him much and kept him safe like he was her own. Firemoon remembered the pain he felt when he found her in her nest, cold and still. She died peacefully. Sighing inwardly the tom kept walking. His emerald eyes glancing along the ThunderPath until he saw a brown tabby.
Softly he leaped down, his ears flattened as the rank scent of a monster filled his nose. The hard path was sticky underpaw, heated by the sun it burnt his pads making him flinch with every step. Luckily there wasn't many monsters coming by and he could run quickly across.
By time he got to the other side the tabby was gone. Their scent was the only thing to follow as he moved along the ally. Once he got closer, his ears twitched as voices raised above the noise. Got you. Leaping up onto a fence he growled, his eyes narrowed.
Startled, the brown tabby turned, eyes wide as his jaws fell open. "Firemoon, what are you doing here?" Pinestar meowed, shaking his head as he regained his posture.
Rolling his eyes Firemoon lashed his tail. "I followed you. Anyways, i've seen you here since before I knew Bluefur. And it's easy to see with you dipping out almost every day."
Pinestar frowned. "Why haven't you said anything then?" He demanded.
Shrugging Firemoon licked down a patch of ginger fur. "I didn't see the need. Those cats you lead aren't mousebrains, they'll see soon enough without my help." He paused. "Anyways, they won't believe me."
Sighing Pinestar flicked his tail-tip. "Keep this quiet Firemoon, understand?"
The ginger tabby dipped his head. He had no reason to rat the older tom out. Pinestar had dug his grave, and now it was only a matter of time before their Clanmates filled it. "Why would I tell? I only feel bad for Leopardfoot and those kits your letting down."
"Kits?" A plump maincoon cocked her head, eyes glittering with curiosity.
Pinestar nodded. "I took a mate in my Clan, Leopardfoot." He commented dryly, looking uncomfortable. "Firemoon, this is Mabel. She's the kittypet that lives here with her brother, Gideon."
He dipped his head to the fluffy she-cat. "Hello," he mewed. "I should go now. See you back at camp, Pinestar." Turning he dropped down onto the hard cobblestone.
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As Firemoon padded into camp he carried a few mice by their tails. His emerald gaze narrowing as he spotted Sunfall, trotting towards him. "Yes, Sunfall?" He asked, dropping his prey.
"Have you seen Pinestar? He hasn't been here for a few hours, and I can't find his trail." The deputy paused, consern flashing in his eyes.
Firemoon shrugged, but a part of him felt bad. This cat really cared if his leader was okay. And yet, Pinestar was off being lazy with some kittypets. And he punishes me for going and seeing my sister every now and then. Giving a small sigh inwardly Firemoon laid his tail-tip onto Sunfall's shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine. I think I actually scented him near the border of the twolegplace, maybe hes hunting?"
The golden deputy nodded. "Alright, I'll send a patrol out soon if he doesn't come back before sundown."
"A patrol? Isn't that a bit much, he's older than you and Clan leader," Patchpelt had walked up, his yellow eyes gleaming.
Sunfall frowned. "That's my business, Patchpelt. Anyways, he has been going out a lot more than usual. And I fear that he might get hurt, or something else could happen."
The black-and-white warrior just shrugged, tail lashing as he trotted away. Firemoon watched with a frown. Did it really matter what Pinestar was doing? The urge to tell Sunfall was strong, no cat deserved to have this kind of trust in someone who goes behind their backs dayly. I promised to keep quiet. Sighing he turned and padded to the nursery.
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