Chapter Four
Falcontalon P.O.V
"You are Air! Whip through the forest and tear everything out of the ground!"
"What?! What do you mean?" I demand, looking around wildly in the dreary forest.
The world suddenly flashes in a bright beam of light before I am swallowed by darkness.
"Are they dead?"
"I dunno, go get something that smells funny!"
"We need water!"
"Spit on their faces!"
Opening my eyes groggily, I look up at the three fuzzy faces looking down at me, their eyes wide with curiosity.
"He's alive! Don't spit! DON'T SPIT!"
"Please be quiet, Fogfoot." I growl, shakily hauling myself to my paws as my vision clears.
The events of last night suddenly flood into my mind, and I whirl around to Thymeflower.
Please don't be dead!
"She's alive too, before you ask." A brown she-cat meows, poking me in the side playfully.
"Give her the kiss of LIFE!" Fogfoot yowls, his unique silver eyes sparkling with amusement.
The ginger tom rolls his blue eyes in agitation before stepping in front of his over-excitable brother. "What happened here? Owlscreech said that you two went out last night and didn't come back!"
"We thought you were trying to 'woo' Thymeflower with flowers and walks. Turns out, you two were out here, knocked out. Not very romantic." The she-cat grins, jabbing Thymeflower in the face until her eyes flew open.
"Great job, Tallgrass. Because everyone loves to be jabbed in the face." The ginger tom growls jokingly.
"I'll jab you in the face!"
The two young warriors then proceed to run around the small clearing, kicking up dust and grass as Tallgrass was desperately trying to catch up to her 'enemy'. The ginger tom suddenly shoots up a tree, accidentally kicking the brown she-cat in the face as she slid to a halt in front of the rough bark. The tom perched himself on a low branch, his thin tail dangling lazily off the side.
"Robinmuzzle!" The she-cat whines. "No fair!"
"Very fair," Robinmuzle purrs, stretching before licking his paw patronizingly. "You going to get me or what?"
As the stubborn she-cat tries to scramble up the tree with no success, I feel Thymeflower brush against me as she stands up. Her amber eyes are full of fear and worry, but I don't ask her what she dreamt about because the others could easily listen in.
That is, if she even dreamt the same thing I did.
"No faaaaaaaaaaair!" Tallgrass whines, stamping her front paws on the ground in frustration.
"Is fair." Fogfoot teases, a large grin playing on his face.
"Is not!"
"Is to!"
"Is not!"
"IS TO."
"IS NOT-"
"Seriously? It's too early in the morning for this." Thymeflower sighs, stepping in between the two arguing cats.
Glaring at each other, the two cats turn their backs on each other and start sulking. Robinmuzzle rolls his eyes and clambers down the tree, 'accidentally' bumping into his brother as he went.
"You two going to explain why you were out here?" He asks, sitting down with his tail wrapped neatly around his paws.
Thymeflower exchanges a worried glance with me before speaking. "You are not going to believe this."