Chapter 2-
Flameflower stared up at the night sky. The robin she'd eaten seemed like a lifetime ago. Lionfang. Flameflower remembered the tom she had met. Right now, she would hunt on the moor land. The territory surrounding the lake- Marshes, woods, rivers, moor, pine, was all the territory that Flameflower knew of. All the cats living there shared the territory. She knew Lionfang, and Berrysplash, a she-cat with a bright pink nose. Flameflower tasted the air. The scent of a goose flooded her jaws. Flameflower padded through the tough moorland grass. She spotted it- sleeping. Flameflower narrowed her eyes, her fiery red pelt blending into the soft, gold, night heather. She crept forward, one step at a time. A golden pelt flashed past her, sinking claws and teeth into the goose's neck. "That was mine!" She snarled. "Flameflower." The golden cat turned around, his head high. "How dare you!" Flameflower leaped for him, her claws unsheathed. "Lionfang!" She growled. He ducked away, batting at her with sheathed claws. "I'm not a kit!" Flameflower snarled, throwing herself on top of him and sinking her teeth into his rump. Lionfang scrambled away. "That hurt!" He exclaimed. Flameflower sighed. "Sorry." She mumbled. "Let's share." Lionfang started devouring the goose, Flameflower following. After they filled their bellies, Flameflower went to get a drink from a nearby stream. "I'm going now." She mewed, padding away. "Bye!" Lionfang mewed, sitting and watching Flameflower pad away.
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