Chapter 6-
Flameflower called for Mistfur. She appeared, looking ruffled. "I got you prey." Flameflower meowed to the older she-cat. "I can catch prey myself, thanks!" Mistfur snapped. Flameflower winced. Mistfur wasn't usually snappy. "What's wrong?" Flameflower dropped the blackbird. "Tigerpelt." Mistfur growled. Flameflower's ears pricked, and Mistfur went on. "He tried to take my prey. It's only the beggining of leaf-fall!" Mistfur said exasperatedly. "Some cats are like that." Flameflower meowed. "Here's the blackbird. I need to go." Flameflower dipped her head, then trotted away.
Flameflower wasn't hungry, since she ate the fat blackbird. Flameflower tasted the air anyway. Moorhens, geese... She padded down to the river, diving in and churning her paws. Her claws hooked on a carp as she dived. Flameflower caught two carp. Dragging herself out, her flame-colored fur soaking, she groomed. Flameflower glanced around, hoping that she wouldn't get attacked as she ate. Tigerpelt was well known. He looked like a tiger, with sharp amber eyes. Flameflower gulped one carp down, licking her whiskers and digging in to the other. Her paws shifted the sand on the bank of the big river. The forest was next to it, alive with prey. Tigerpelt was 12 seasons old. Flameflower flexed her claws. She imagined sinking it into Tigerpelt's fur... "Flameflower!" Lionfang bounded up to her. "Hi!" She greeted. "Come to my cave." Lionfang whisked his tail across her muzzle. "Okay." Nodding, Flameflower plunged into the forest, reaching the cliff where Lionfang's cave was.
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