Chapter Six
Wild yawned and stretched, they had gotten up early in the morning so that they could find Stormflower when it was still light. The other cats were tired to and Cloverpaw keep blinking as she prepared the bundles of herbs that she said would ward off hunger.
"Okay done" Cloverpaw finally said and pushed a bundle toward each cat. As wild bit in, she couldn't help but gag at the bitter taste. Cloverpaw looked at her and sniggered. "Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the herbs are kind of bitter." she said with a coy smile.
Wild finished the herbs and glared at Cloverpaw, as they started off. They came to the meadow where Cloverpaw found Grasswhisker and let him take the lead. They followed him into the woods carefully staying away from the area, where Grasswhisker had met the hostile cats. The forest was vast so it took a good part of the day before they reached Twoleg place.
Cloverpaw and Grasswhisker gaped at the tall silver twoleg dens, but Wild was used to them she found a break in the silver twoleg thing called a fence and the groups wormed inside. Suddenly Grasswhisker perked up. "I-I can smell Stormflower she went this way" he said and took of. Wild and Cloverpaw had to push to keep up with the tom, until they finally came to a hole dug out under an abandoned twoleg nest.
Grasswhisker darted toward it, but then two cats came out. A light grey tom, and a pure white she-cat hissed a them. All three cats go into a fighting position, and it looked like this was going to turn into an all out bloodbath.