Chapter 17
The yellow-eyed cat followed Ashwinter back to camp. They didn't go inside the camp…that would be like suicide! They hoped Ashwinter would reveal the ginger cat's name. Listening carefully, they watched and waited…
Ashwinter yawned widely.
" Come on, Honeymallow, lets get to sleep." She sighed.
" Who's covering night watch?" Honeymallow asked.
Ashwinter shook her head " I think Wingflower is."
" Alright, as long as we aren't needed."
Together the she-cats headed inside the warrior's den. The watching cat didn't miss a word. So the ginger cat's name is Honeymallow…again, just Honey would do. These forest cats have no sense of good naming… the cat jumped out of the bushes but now I know everything I need to know…I can make my move now. Quickly and silently, they scampered off to get their comrades.
Ashwinter woke in the middle of the night at a hot breath in her ear. Shaking her head she looked up, expecting to see Dustrise or Winterfury. She gasped in shock. Attempting to stand up to face her attacker, Ashwinter was pushed back down. Honeymallow yelped with alarm. A small yet strong paw pressed down on her back, restricting her movements.
" Whatever you are doing, you won't get away with it!" she hissed.
Pale yellow eyes met hers. " I think you may find I already have."
" What?!" Why are those eyes familiar?
" Nevermind. And then you forgot you were here…" the cat trailed off as a sour-smelling leaf was pressed to her nose. Ashwinter's vision went blurry and she embarrassingly blacked out.
Ashwinter blinked her eyes open. Twoleg scent hit her hard and fast. Yellow eyes met hers again, and then she realized why they had seemed so familiar…