Heyyyy its EmberFall again! I want to thank all of my amazing commenters, and two in particular for their comments, Alleykat29 and (Guest) for their clever way of answering my questions of the days xD
ATTENTION: I am deciding to leak a couple of spoilers:
Three kits
Two toms, one she-cat
One of the names will be… Nah, I'll wait till they are born xD (But as far as I know, the prefix has only been used once in Erin Hunter's books!)
Anyways, thank you for all of your supporting comments and kit suggestions; they are always such a big mood lifter!
And P.S.: I update every day because when I read a good story and the thing says "I'll update once a month" I'm like WTH I WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NAO! (And since the more u update, the more you are on the first page of warriors fanfic's *more readers*)
N'Joy!
"What do you mean, 'No more training for the time being'?" Emberwing was aghast. She had been about to do another training lesson on ambushing when Fall had gone up to her and said that Silverdust wanted her to start interrogating Fawnleap.
"Exactly what I just said. You are well off enough to where you can take a break for a while without falling behind. Fall's gaze was cold, uncaring, and blood red. Without another word, she padded away, leaving Emberwing pouting and disgruntled, but as much as she hated to admit it, talking with Fawnleap would produce more results as far as their attack on Starclan in a little less than two moons. Padding over to where the Windclan leader was being guarded, she thought on what exactly she was going to ask. What did they need to know?
Emberwing was also planning on her escape. She had to make it look like she hadn't gotten any help, because she was sure however much Silverdust trusted Emberwing, if she was with the Starclan cat when she escaped, her neck wouldn't be connected to her body anymore.
Reaching where she was being held, in the hollow of a huge tree about three tail lengths above the ground, she took in how many guards there were: two. She recognized one of them as Black, one of the dead cats who lived here, and one other, a tan she-cat… err, she was most likely tan, under all of the blood dripping off of her pelt, at least.
Nodding to the two cats, she swiftly leapt up the dead tree, finding it easier than she thought to claw her way up the bark-less tree and into a rot-smelling hole, which could probably hold around three cats. As there were just she and the sleeping honey-brown leader, it was mostly comfortable. She stared at the cat, the Starclan Windclan leader and Silverdust's sister, the one who wanted two kits to never have a chance at life. Whatever pity she had for Fawnleap was hanging by a whisker from being blown away by the shared hatred of both the Darkforest and Silverdust's personal reasons.
None-too-kindly, she nudged the leader awake. Green eyes met her own, and instead of the fear Emberwing was expecting to see, like she was hoping to see, she saw relief in the other she-cat's eyes.
"Ah, finally, Red! I was hoping to see you soon!" Fawnleap stretched in the small space from her sleeping, smiled, and licked Emberwing's shoulder. Okay who did this cat think she was?! She was a Darkforest warrior; she could be a killer if she wanted to!
"What did you just do," Emberwing hissed out between her fangs, trying not to claw this cat's ears off. Since when were they friends, or anything similar to that?! This cat was crazy.
So, so sorry for the short chapter, I have such bad writer's block that I have a migraine and I cant concentrate :( ill post first thing in the morning tomorrow, though sawrry
Question of the day:? What would you/ur OC say to Fawnleap, in the same situation that Emberwing is in?
Iwts, (I Will Type Soon)
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