Sunrise and Moonset
Lalalalalala! i know long update...im gunna have a pitty party :-P lol jk...
Me: Brambleclaw get ur little behind over here!
Brambleclaw: WTH do you want now?
Me: Disclaim me pleeeze!
Brambleclaw: You spelt please wrong.
Me: So now you're the grammer police?!
Brambleclaw: YES! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!
Me: w.e disclaim N.O.W NOW!
Brambleclaw: (cringes) Yes, ma'am...she doesnt own anything...there...
Me: good boy!
Brambleclaw: oh cha:-D
Me: Brambleclaw, what else are we going to tell them?
Brambleclaw: Oh yeah! STOP PUPPY MILLS!!!!!!!
Me: Yes, that and...
Brambleclaw: and...OH YEAH! review or i am going to send a little kit after you screaming "FA LA LA LA LA LA TTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOO PERRRRRRRRRR KITTTTTTTTTTTTT" for the rest of your life...
Me: I wouldnt want that...
Brambleclaw: Me niether, so if u are a flamer, a reviewer, a die hard fan, please please please review!
Chapter Twenty-Five:
The Edge of the Mountain
Fireheart, Sandstorm, Silverfang, and even Nightraven were tired of the wide open prairies. They were so much more of a pain. Fireheart and Sandstorm, like normal ThunderClan cats, prefered lucious woodlands, with green trees guarding the blazing sun on a stifling greenleaf day. Silverfang and Nightraven muchly prefered the sandy beaches and rolling hills of the seaside grasslands. These prairies, stifling and heat-blazed, were much more WindClan type.
"For once," panted Sandstorm, flopping on the ground, her pale ginger coat sparkling with sweat. "I wish I was a WindClan cat."
"You arent the only one," mewed Fireheart.
"I dont want to be anywhere, I would rather be back in the shade of the forests, not with anyone around!" grunted Silverfang, obviously in his worst of moods because of the heat. Suddenly, Fireheart heard a trickling. He looked up. In front of him, he saw a narrow path climbing upward. A few fox-lengths up the the path, there lay a trickling stream.
"Oh, thank StarClan!" sighed Nightraven. Silverfang was falling behind from dehydration. Nightraven stayed behind and was at his side.
"Should we stop at the stream for the night?" asked Sandstorm. "We still have to hunt."
"Yes," grunted Silverfang. "We will stop there for tonight, and we will set out up the mountain for the next morning. It will take us a moon at the most to reach the other side."
"A moon?!" shouted Fireheart and Sandstorm in unison.
"Yes. Mountains aren't get over in two days, and keep on moving!" Nightraven sighed. Fireheart and Sandstorm were the first to start up the path of the mountain. They were followed by Nightraven, and Silverfang pitifully groping up last. Well, what seemed like a few fox-lengths was actually more then a few FOX lengths! It was a number of badger-lengths before they could reach the stream. It was nightfall, and poor Silverfang was getting weaker. They reach the stream, and lay him down next to it on a comfortable bed of reeds. He was the first to drink. Nightraven lay down next to him.
"Do you want Sandstorm and I to go hunting?" asked Fireaheart.
"Yeah," replied Silverfang, weekly curling himself in a ball. Fireheart and Sandstorm nodded, and set off together. Once they had caught enough prey for all four of them, meaning two pieces each for Nightraven and Silverfang, they headed back to the camp, to see Silverfang dizzily laying there, his tongue out.
"What happened?" asked Sandstorm, screeching in alarm.
"Its the way he sleeps when hes hurt," mewed Nightraven, soothing her companion, licking the wolf's soft gray and white fur. "He didnt tell us that he got bit by a rat when he went in rescuing Fireheart, and now he has an infected rat bite."
"I know what to do," mewed Fireheart. "Give him burdok root. I'll go find some if you want."
"No, Fireheart. I'll go," mewed Sandstorm, licking her love. "You've done enough for one day. Sit here and keep them company."
"No, take me with you. I wouldnt be able to live if something happened to you," mewed Fireheart.
"Alright. Come on you big lug!" Sandstorm teased.
"Whatever," mewed Fireheart, and the two playfully descended up the mountain. In search of the medicine cat's herb.
la la la la!!!!!!!!!!! end of chappy...by bye! now review or dieeeeeeeeeee...or brambleclaw sends the kit after you. Door 1- you review...Door 2- You Die...Door 3- You get an annoying kit sent after you. if i were you i would pick door number one!