AN-I thank you guys for giving me those reviews! And specifically Spottedmoth123 for the constructive criticism. I enjoy criticism you guys, and I don't mind. It actually helps me for future chapters. So here's the next chappie!
Thrushwing: Again?! Geez. The Erins' own Warriors. Input that into your mindless twoleg brains.
"There. You should be fine in a few sunrises." Echoshadow lightly mewed to Thrushkit. Thruskit smiled. "Thanks."
She got up, wincing. "So I guess bye?" Thrushkit mewed in confusion.
Echoshadow purred. "Oh no, you are staying with me."
"You?" Thrushkit asked. The tom nodded.
Thrushkit glanced around. It will be so amazing! There is so many scents, so many things to adventure, in just one den! She looked steadily at the medicine cat. "Will Flamekit be staying?"
"She has to. She is in more pain than you Thrushkit, so if you stay, she stays." Echoshadow sternly said.
The she cat tensely nodded. "Fine." Thrushkit circled around, trying to avoid the sectioned side where her sister was sleeping.
"So how are things going?" Echoshadow asked, wondering.
Thrushkit rolled her eyes. "What do you think?"
Echoshadow smiled, his green eyes brightening. "Oh, sunshine and fresh kill."
The kit couldn't help but smile. "I love your daydreams." She commented.
Echoshadow purred gently, and moved over to a storage of herbs. He gently sorted through them, making two piles. Thrushkit cocked her head to the side. "What are you doing Echoshadow?"
He glanced at her. "Sorting the herbs of course. Throw out the bad, keep the good."
Thrushkit bounced over to him. "Can I maybe help? I have small paws."
Echoshadow looked down at her. "Sure. Why don't you use your small paws and throw these out for me." He rested his tail on a growing pile.
Thrushkit groaned. Throw stuff out? That's a simple job. I want to do something.
"It will help me a lot you know." The medicine cat mewed. Thrushkit nodded and grabbed the herbs and put them in her mouth. She placed them near the entrance of the den, where there was a pile of old herbs that were cracked and flaked. The pale black she cat padded back to the tom, tail high in the air.
"Thanks." Echoshadow purred. He stopped sorting them, and stood back, looking at his low storage of herbs. "I will need to go collect some more." He muttered.
Thrushkit looked up. Perfect! "Want me to help with that?"
The dark gray tom looked sadly at her. "You can't go out of camp little one."
Thrushkit growled. She couldn't even get out of the nursery, and now she couldn't get out of camp. Back in the same spot.
"Don't worry," He added, "Every kit is not allowed to go outside until they are apprentices."
Thrushkit perked her ears. "What do apprentices do?"
Echoshadow thought for a moment. "Well they feed the elders, they learn how to hunt, and they learn how to fight."
Thrushkit blinked slowly. "To defend the clan…right?"
The medicine cat smiled. "Yes. For the clan. Everything is for the clan, and the clan comes first. When you are an apprentice you learn about the warrior code, and you have to abide by those rules." Echoshadow left for a moment, and came back with a stick.
He drew on the sandy floor, the stick in his mouth. Thrushkit watched intently as he began to draw. Echoshadow drew a cat attacking another one. In between them, he drew a thin line. "That there is the border," He pointed the stick at the line, "We have to protect our borders from the other clans. They may try to hunt or invade our territory."
Thrushkit frowned. "But why?"
"Well HillClan might get sick of rabbits and want to try squirrel. MoonClan could just plainly want their own territory, and StreamClan will want to run away from TwoLegs." Echoshadow explained.
"And what about us? ForestClan?" Thrushkit urged. What do we want?
"It depends," Echoshadow simply said, "Food, land, whatever."
He perked his ears. "Someone is coming. Your mother. Lay down and act sick." The medicine cat ordered.
Thrushkit slowly obeyed. She lied down and began to fake coughing. Emberflame came in, sniffing the musty air. "Is my Flamey sick? She can't handle anything else."
Echoshadow hovered over Thrushkit. He shook his head. "No. It seems Thrushkit has brought up quite the cough." Thrushkit coughed again, faking it.
"Oh," Emberflame snapped, "Then fix her up. I don't want my other one sick because of her."
Echoshadow sighed. "You know it might be the other way arou-"
"I. Don't. Care." Emberflame hissed impatiently, "Your medicine stuff is nonsense. All I want is my kit to be okay."
Thrushkit growled silently. You wonder why I hate you Emberflame.
It was Echoshadow's turn to be mad. The fur on his shoulders rose. "You have two kits Emberflame, you can't just abandon her."
"Well guess what?" The queen smiled cruelly. "I. Don't. Care." She laughed, looking at Thrushkit the whole time.
Thrushkit fought the urge to slap her mother silly with fresh kill. No, with crowfood. Thrushkit glared back at her mother. You will pay one day mother. One day.
Echoshadow sighed. "Fine. I will make sure it doesn't get to Flamekit."
Emberflame smiled. "Good. Now goodbye, and she better not be sick when I come back." She glared at Echoshadow, then left.
AN-Here's another chapter of endless anger against Emberflame. Anyone wanna guess why I made Emberflame this way?
Remember, constructive criticism wanted! But no flames.
~Thrush