Chapter One
Wild stretched and yawned, it was a hot day. The kind that made all the prey spend the day in their holes. She walked sniffing for prey until she came to a large pond
thinking she could fish Wild crouched at the bank catching a glimpse of her reflection.
She was a tabby with many shades of brown streaks in her fur, evidence of her stray heritage. She had a few small scars on her face-another mark of a stray-that she had earned from her days in twoleg place.
Wild's attention snapped back on the pond, ogling her reflection would not fill her stomach. She fished for around an hour before giving up and deciding to follow the stream the fed the pond instead. She hadn't gone very far before she heard hissing. Wild looked around and spotted a small gray she-cat hissing a weasel. The Weasel didn't looked impressed and swiped at the she-cat nearly hitting her.
Wild grunted she didn't care about the she-cat but, the hissing and yowling would scare off any prey. With a screech she hurled herself onto the weasel and began clawing it. The weasel screamed and scratched Wild's underbelly he yowled and bit into the weasel's fur it screeched let go of her, and ran off.
Wild turned around to see the she-cat looking up at her with huge green eyes."There is no reason to sit there staring like a fish." she snarled at the cat "I just saved you so that you wouldn't scare all the prey with your yowls"
she turned and began to pad away, but the she-cat raced in front of her. "W-wait, who are you!" She yelped "why are you here, what clan are you from, why did you help me?!" Wild sighed. "You seem to think that just because I helped you once that I'll answer all you stupid questions." she growled "Just get lost, I don't need some nosy kit following me."
The cat huffed and said "For your information I am an apprentice, or was one. Besides it looks like you might just need my skills. Those scratches you have will get infected, unless someone with the proper skills handles them." she turned around and sighed "But really I'm just a nosy kit like you said, I'll just take my healing skills elsewhere."
Wild tensed, she had never had formal healing, and at most all she could do was clean her wounds and rest. Maybe she would just have to let this kit come along with her. "Fine" Wild relented "But no dumb questions." The she-cat beamed and dashed back to the place where the weasel attacked her and picked up a bundle of plants in her mouth. "Strange" Thought Wild "She risked life for a flower" still she didn't know anything about healing , and it would stop the cat from talking!