Chapter 2
I woke to a scrabbling in the bushes. I crept forward hidden by darkness. It was Foxpaw, trotting to the dirt place. I spring onto him pushing my tail into his open mouth to mute his scream. He makes eye contact and shoves me off pulling himself to his paws. "Not funny." He whispers. "Who's laughing" I smirk. "Come on. Night hunt!"
We creep past Waspstripe watching camp and race into the woods. "I bet I can climb higher" I flick my tail at a tall maple. "You're ON!" Foxpaw laps to a low branch. "Your turn" he smirks. I claw my way one branch above him. "Come on FOXKIT!" I jeer playful. "I can beat that easy, STINKKIT!" He propels up another branch. I leap over to the next branch.
We continue this pattern till we reach the highest, safe branch. I catch a movement and flick my tail for silence. A plumb robin is perched on the branch next to us. I fling my body forward and grasp the bird. The branch creaks and snaps. I calmly unsheathe my claws and grab the branch beneath it. "Nice catch!" Foxpaw smiles leaping down to the same branch.
I look up the orange ligt of dawn flickering on the horizon. Time to go back to camp.