Yeah!
Another chapter!
I might update the other stories, but right now, I'm more focused on this story.
I have more ideas for this story than the rest, sorry guys.
Anyway! Next chapter!
Disdain- The feeling that someone or something is unworthy of one's consideration or respect.
3rd Person P.O.V
Mosskit?...
"We don't have any kits that go by 'Mosskit', here in Thunderclan..."
The silvery grey tom hissed quietly. Showing his concern in his pale blue eyes.
The she-kit cocked her head slightly. Tilting her head in confusion.
"But...
My mom said I was Thunderclan!
I was born in Thunderclan, raised in Thunderclan, and died with Thunderclan!"
Mosskit squeaked in frustration, her fur prickling with defensiveness.
Jayfeather backed away, scowling as he withdrew a paw.
"Alright. Alright.
Keep your fur on..."
He grumbled lowly. Placing his paw back on the ground, he started to recollect his healing herbs.
"I suppose you want to return to Thunderclan, don't you?"
He drew up his previous paw, and gave it a few shorts licks. His rough, pink tongue quickly brushing over his soft, forest pads.
The little kit vigorously nodded her head, and bounded up and down.
Jayfeather sighed inwardly.
"Right..
Now.
Come on..."
He stood, and started to saunter off into the distance. Winding back and forth, leaving the small kit behind, stumped on what to do.
"Well?"
Mosskit snapped out of her trance like state.
"I-I don't know where it is though.."
She quietly admitted. Softly scurrying over to the medicine cat.
He scoffed.
"Honestly..
You call yourself a Thunderclan kit.."
Grabbing Mosskit's scruff. Jayfeather hauled the poor kit into the air, and as she dangled in mid-air.
He trotted off, and quite roughly too. Leaving behind his precious herbs, in which he took so much time and effort in preparing...
Scuffed dirt and leaves were scattered over the leafy green leaves. Hiding them away from the sun and animals who might eat them.
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The Green Leaf sun was slowly descending in the sky. Leaving behind some light, warm rays of it's previous warmth.
The sky was a pinkish, orange color. Bathing the forest in the bright afternoon colors.
"Where is Jayfeather? He's supposed to be in his den!"
A dark tabby jumped from down the High Ledge, examining all of the cats in the camp area.
His amber eyes shining with anger and curiousness.
"I don't know! I told him not to go out! It's dangerous out there..."
Another golden cat stepped into view. His lion colored fur shining in the rays of the falling sun, and his eyes gleaming with worry for his blinded brother.
"When does Jayfeather even listen, hmm, Lionblaze?"
Another, softer voice spoke up.
A black she-cat was laying on the sandy dirt of the hollow, taking a bite of the small vole she had chosen from the pile of prey.
"Not much Hollyleaf..
Should we look for him?"
Lionblaze glanced at his sister. Eyeing the prey pile, but overall, slithered his glaze away onto the clan's deputy, Brambleclaw, instead.
Ignoring the rambles of his gut, telling him to eat.
The dark tabby once again sighed.
"I'll send a search party out.. But now. You eat."
"Bu-"
"No buts!"
He snapped once again, and called out forth, Birchfall, Bumblestripe, and Dovewing.
They curtly responded, and bounded out from their respective den.
"We're going out on a small search party.
Spread out and find Jayfeather. We don't know where he disappeared off to now..
But we need to find him..
Got it?"
He gave out direct orders. Not wanting to here this right now.
The deputy lashed his tail angrily, his patience running low.
Dovewing shuffled her ears lightly, and her nose perked upwards.
"I don't think we need to..
I already found him.."
She then turned to the entrance of the clan. And so did the others.
There, the rumbles of the gorse tunnels gave way.
And spat out a silvery tabby, and a small clump of fur, which no one noticed, in his jaws.
"Jayfeather!
Where have you been?"
"We where going to look for you!"
"Are you hurt?"
Was only some of the things that were shouted at the medicine cat.
"I'm phfine..
Now exfuse fee. I have somehing ho do..."
He tried his best to scowl. But with something in your mouth. It's quite hard.
"Would you mind repeating that aga-
What is that you have in your jaws, Jayfeather?"
A warm voice interrupted from the crowd of cats.
Mosskit twitched her eyes. Dangling from Jayfeather's mouth.
It was quite hard to see who spoke.
But she recognized who it was instantly when she saw his fur.
Flashed orange by the sky's light.
Firestar, leader of Thunderclan, stepped out of the clatter of cats.
And gazed wondrously at her.
His only emotion was confusion and wonder, scribbled across his strong features.
Her own face was splattered with shock and also confusion.
"Fire...Heart?"
She quietly mewled. Suddenly squirming in Jayfeather's grasp, earning an annoyed growl from the back of his throat.
The leader cocked his head to the side.
"Who are you?..."
To be continued...