Chapter Two
Ivy snorted, padding through the undergrowth. Dove always gets the easy tasks. It's been this way since we were kits.
A crunch sounded and the silver-and-white tabby whipped around, dark blue eyes scanning the trees. This might be it!
Then a white she cat with tortoiseshell patches padded out of a bush, her eyes narrowing.
"Who are you?" she challenged. "And what are you doing here?"
"My name is Ivy. Who are you?"
"Lily. What are you doing here, so close to our camp? Bramble won't be happy."
"Well, then. Gray told me to find your group. Take me to your leader." Ivy responded, padding forward. Lily looked startled. "I- okay. I guess. Follow me." She padded through the bushes, emerging in a small, busy clearing. Several cats were eating, or chatting. They looked up, startled, when Lily entered followed by Ivy.
"Lily, who's this?" asked a dark gray tabby she-cat, Cinder. Wow, she and Lion and probably Jay and Leaf must've come here, to Bramble's group.
"A she-cat named Ivy, she wants to talk to Bramble." Lily answered.
Lion, across the clearing, narrowed his eyes. "Ivy, what are you doing this far into the forest?"
"That's something I'm supposed to tell you leader, Lion." she answered.
"C'mon, I'll take you to Bramble," said Lily. Ivy followed her to another smaller den, smaller than the other dens(There were two). Ivy narrowed her eyes. They seem more strictly organized then we do.
A huge, dark brown tabby tom padded out. He asked, "What do you want?" As simply as she could, she outlined the plans to fight Rowan and his gang.
"Hmm. We will consider your plan. Bracken, come here please. Lily, send her off. And as for you, tell Gray to send someone tomorrow at sunhigh for our answer." Bramble then turned and headed into his den. A golden-brown tom followed him.
Ivy padded away, following her old scent trail, until she reached a small clearing, quiet and peaceful. Everyone was probably out hunting. Then she spotted Dove, her sister, sitting in the clearing near the entrance to the only den, grooming herself. At the sight of her sister, Dove bounced up, and bounded over.
"So, how'd it go?" she asked. "Pretty good, the leader, Bramble, listened. How did it go with Sedge?"
Dove sighed. "Not good. You know how nervous both the moor-cats are. She said she'd think about it, though. And talk to Ember." Ivy nodded and said, "Let's hunt."