Yea, yea. I know I promised to get my one-shot out this week but I came across writer's block so… sorry! But aren't you happy for this story? I've updated every day since I started. (I need to make more notes up...) I won't (most likely) be able to tomorrow or Sunday because my father will be home.
Anyway, I'm not feeling very lively right now so I'm going to just get on with the chapter.
Chapter Three
Ugh….. where am I? Breezepelt groaned. He had a massive pain on his shoulder and various other places. His eyes fluttered open to an empty den.
"Hello?" He called out. No answer. Where is everyone? He tried to push himself up. The tom plopped back down. "Oof!"
Wait. What is that? He heard voices. Breezepelt pushed himself toward the den wall before collapsing again.
"...Darkfang is…."
"...Nightcloud had…."
"...Crowfeather isn't…."
"...disobey…."
"...code broken…."
What the heck? What does this mean?
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His eyes fluttered open. Wait? What? I never fallen asleep. Was that a dream?
"Good! You're awake." A soft-furred, mottled, brownish-gray tom with little white spots, which look like an kestrel's feathers, exclaimed, pleased.
"No. I'm not awake. You're taking to sleeping cat." Breezepelt meowed sarcastically.
Kestrelflight sighed deeply. "At least I know you're feelin' alright."
"Hmph." He grunted.
The medicine cat started checking him over. "What hurts? Are you okay?"
"Oh, of course I'm not okay!" His fur bristled. "I had just been in a fight! What do you think? That his claws are made of moss?"
Kestrelflight sighed again and turned to his herbstore.
Nightcloud entered the den worriedly. "I heard my little kit is awake! Are you alright? Did Crowfeather hurt you too badly?"
"I'm not an kit anymore." The tom pointed out. "I'm a warrior and I can make my own decisions."
The medicine cat started quiet as he started reapplying herbs.
"Well…" Nightcloud glanced off to the side for an heartbeat. "I know. I'm just worried about you and really ticked off at my mate." She growled the word. She wasn't too fond of the blackish, smoky gray warrior at the moment.
"Tell me about it." The son grumbled.
The medicine cat finished and started organizing.
She rested her tail on his not wounded shoulder. "I'm sorry about him. He had no right to do that, especially in front of everyone. Will you try to forgive him?" Nightcloud hadn't really forgiven him herself….
Breezepelt blinked at her. "What? No way am I forgiven my father! Especially when he doesn't have the guts to come to me himself." He huffed, ticked off. The black tom yawned lightly.
"Okay. Don't forgive him." Nightcloud sighed, flicking her ear. "I don't really forgive him either."
"May you please leave, Nightcloud." The mottled tom requested. "Your son needs to sleep."
"But-!" Nightcloud started. She sighed, giving in after the medicine cat gave her a stern look. "Okay. Sweet dreams, my son."
"'Night, mother." The patient muttered before drifting into the dark.