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Flame lay near the river.
Reeds loomed over the fox, Flame hoping it would both mask his scent and hide him. Even so, he had the urge to leap out of the reeds when a cat came back.
In his temporary nest, his leftover mouse was next to his bed of grass. Flame picked it to bone, but hunger pangs still hit his belly.
I wish I was still with Cherry... He'd wish while peeking out of the reeds. No cat lingered around the river, except for kits that splashed around in the bubbly river while giggling.
He darted away from his temporary nest, sweeping his gaze around the river to find any prey.
The fox's gaze landed on a rodent near the river.
The rodents nose rose to the air, taking in the smells around it.
Warm memories flashed back at Flame.
Orange did that when she was hunting...
He shook away the memories like water clinging on his pelt, and kept a eye on the rodent in the open.
The fox sprinted toward his prey, the rodent squeaking urgently. The rodent twisted his head toward the river, falling in the body of water gracefully.
Flame's eyes widened as he watched his prey disappear in the bubbles of the river.
Anger spewed from the fox as he retreated back to the nest of reeds. Even ThunderClan had to be better than this!
He glanced toward his meal from last night, it partially covered with bits of rock and dirt. No meat was left on it, but it left a good memory of his catch. Spit dripped from his tongue in hunger.
ThunderClan has prey.. He thought both dreamily and greedily.
He burst out of the reeds, his red pelt glittering in the open sun. He padded toward the river, where most cats meowed happily.
The fox would bark as he leaped in the river, water sliding down his fur and the familiar gurgles entering his eardrums.
He made his decision. He was going to ThunderClan.
Bravepaw/ThunderClans POV
The tailless tom was hunting, his paw steps light as if he was walking on air.
It was Bravepaws first time hunting after the fox incident, thanks to his mentor who begged Freckleberry, the medicine cat.
He opened his jaws, drinking the scents around him. Squirrel hit his nose, and immediately he looked around, trying to pin the scent down.
A flash of brown flew across his eyes, it then proceeding to scramble up a nearby tree.
Bravepaw hissed. He found the squirrel, but the squirrel found him first. He raced to the tree, heaving himself up a limb and then another, gripping his claws in the choppy bark. The branches swayed dangerously, as if they were going to fall under his weight, but Bravepaw went on recklessly.
The squirrel went on, gracefully leaping to branch to branch with its furry tail sticking up.
The apprentice hesitantly continued to climb on toward the prey, the height of the tree beginning to expand further than expected. The leaves caved in, and more branches began to pop up with every paw step.
His stubborn squirrel stopped, its nose twitching as it shifted its gaze toward a small branch spewing with nuts.
The nuts! Bravepaw thought with satisfaction knowing the squirrel was distracted.
He settled on a sturdy limb that was a tail length below the squirrel, then craned out a fore paw and swiped. He waited for fur to enter his claws, but all he felt was the cool winds blowing at his paws. The squirrel had left heartbeats ago.
"How can I be so naive..?" Bravepaw grumbled, as if he was questioning his self.
He warily headed down the tree, remembering what his mentor told him about climbing. He never really liked climbing, and this seemed to be the worst moment to.
He suddenly lost grip of a branch, his claws slipping of the bark. Bravepaw plummeted down, yowling. He grunted and grabbed stiff branch, gasping with relief. He looked around to see if any cat was there, maybe to help him, but all he saw was a fox, and he knew who it was.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I had little time to plan this out, but I hope you enjoyed the story so far, and I'm sorry for not uploading!