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The white cat with the orange splotches continued to play around the trees. He loved it more than the creature loved eating—certainly, it was a lot.
Their branches were thick in this time of newleaf. Bright green leaves reflected the sun off their shiny surfaces. With a wiggle of his haunches and a squinting of his eyes, the cat leaped onto the lowest branch, about a fox-length high from the dry ground.
Ha. He lifted his head and his tail. Sometimes, it was good to be alone. He repeated this action until he had clawed and scratched his way to the very near top. Wind ruffled his cheek fur as he held his head even higher until his muzzle pointed straight to the sky. White fluffy clouds filled his vision, and he could only think of his best friend.
Oh my, he suddenly thought. I better be getting back to them. The white cat made his way back down the tree. A maple it was. He particularly liked the shape of the leaves and feel of the bark. His paws slammed on the floor as he jumped over the last three branches. With a shake of his fur, the cat started to walk back to the direction he came.
Hss.
He halted and pricked his ears. Probably the wind in the trees. But as he padded on, he found himself looking over his shoulder. As a bird flew overhead, he flinched.
Come on, you. Snap out of it. He thought of his mate and his newborn kits. He thought of the ways he could act like a fox and play with them. Soon his nerves calmed and he was trotting without a care in the world as to what he encountered. The future was so pleasant that he failed to see he was walking right into a trap.
"Ouch!"
The cat snapped his paw to his white chest. Something had struck him. Whatever it was, it had disappeared. Blood flowed out of his paw. He tried to ignore it. Certainly his friends wouldn't think him very brave if he complained of a sore paw.
"Where are you going?"
He halted. He knew that voice. It was one he hoped he would never have to hear again. The cat whipped around. There, in front of him, was his kit-hood best friend.
"What are you doing here?" the cat asked cautiously, careful to keep his distance.
"Sssightssseeing," the creature snapped sarcastically. "I'm here to make sssssure you didn't forget our trucceee."
He reeled back in surprise. Honestly, the cat had forgotten about the deal. "I'm sure that doesn't apply anymore?"
"Ha!" the creature scoffed. "You may have been a kit, but you sssssounded like an adult." It curled into a ball but kept its head high. "Ssssurely you'd hate to face the consssequenceessss."
"No," the cat breathed, starting to back up. "Don't do it!"
The creature darted forward so its pointed nose was near his. "You're not ssstupid, and neither am I. Do your half of the deal, and I'll do mine."
"I'll never do that," he said with wide eyes.
"Then you'll regret it." The creature slithered away from the cat in the blink of his shocked eyes.
A break from the original storyline, but an important one. Have you figured out who this cat is? How is he associated with the snake? What was the deal and who did it include?
You'll find out the answers later on, the next chapters will return to Smallpaw's POV. Keep guessing!
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