Chapter 4-
Lionfang padded into the den with a rabbit in his jaws. He set it down. "Here. This is for you." Lionfang purred. Flameflower ripped out a piece, gulping it down. The rabbit was delicous. Lionfang was finishing up his vole. "I'm better, and I'll go now." Flameflower stood up. "Okay, bye." Lionfang got up and stretched as Flameflower dashed out of the cave. The forest floor was dappled with sunlight, a pond sparkling in the sun. Flameflower padded out of the forest, and onto a pine tree forest. The needles underpaw were soft and comfortable. Flameflower ran through it, feeling the wind in her fur. Greenleaf wind. Flameflower spotted a blackbird. Climbing a tree, she crept up to it and pounced nimbly. Flameflower took the blackbird in her jaws and trotted onto the moorland. Crouching behind some ferns, she swallowed the blackbird. Flameflower sat up and began grooming. "Hi!" Flameflower whipped around. A dappled gray she-cat stood in front of her. "I'm Mistfur." The cat said. "I'm Flameflower." She eyed Mistfur suspiciously. "I'm 8 seasons old." Mistfur meowed. "I'm 5 seasons old." Flameflower said. "Well, we're not going to stand here all day." Mistfur got up and motioned for Flameflower to follow. Flameflower padded after her. "That's my den." Mistfur gestured toward two leaning trees in the forest. It was covered in drapes of ivy. Flameflower nodded. "I don't have a den yet." She replied. Mistfur shrugged. "You don't have to." Mistfur said simply. "Well, bye, I have things to do." Flameflower meowed to Mistfur. "Stop by anytime!" Mistfur padded into her den, disappearing behind the swishing ivy.
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