The tom's eyes opened as he felt the freezing wind blowing on his fur. He blinked a few times, and stretched.
It's not usually this cold... He thought.
Maybe it was because he was so high. The tom had slept on top of the highest hill in all of the forest he was around. When he looked down, he saw where he would walk down, and then, he saw a bunch of trees.
"More of a forest." He sighed, as he made his way down the hill. It took the whole morning, since he hadn't had much to eat or drink. He only brought a couple pieces of prey with him, and he had no water.
Once he got down, he immediately searched for a lake, a puddle, something that had water. The white tom finally noticed a little stream. He ran up to it and started to drink the water from it. He looked up after his long, refreshing time having water, and sniffed around. All he smelt was a faint scent of...a cat? It was remarkable, he knew he scented it before, but where? It seems it had been so long since he ever had.
He followed the scent trail, and the scent became more fresh, and fresh. He realized, a bit of the scent smelled like his mother.
Could it be, one of his siblings?
Probably not.
The white tom entered into a small clearing, with a couple pieces of prey near a stone. He licked his lips as he went by it. He scented it, nice and fresh! The tom took a piece and gobbled it down.
What was that? The she-cat asked herself. She got up. It felt as if she heard someone having a big meal, but who would be doing that? After all, she was the only one in the camp.
Unless, did Cherrypaw have another problem? It had been a week since Cherrypaw and her had saved Thunderstar, and Cherrypaw thinks that Shadowstar and her were best friends, which was getting on Shadowstar's nerves a little bit, but not to much, after all, she was sweet.
Two days ago, she came crying about how she had a nightmare that Thunderstar told her that she was talentless. Cherrypaw had additionally ate all of Shadowstar's prey. Thunderstar had searched all around, and finally found Cherrypaw, and dragged her back home.
Shadowstar stretched, and then she walked out of her den. I'm gonna have to talk to Thunderstar about this whole Cherrypaw thing. I have to hunt every second now! Anyways, how does she stay so thin? She thought as she walked into the clearing.
She noticed something white.
She slowly walked over to it, being as quiet as possible. As the she-cat was almost there, she stepped onto a leaf. No! She thought, and blushed as the cat looked at her.
The white cat gasped, "Sister?"
"Blueberry!"
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed the chapter, sure it was short, but I thought it was funny, and well, cliffhanger! :D
Doesn't Blueberry remind you of Cherrypaw!?