Chapter 7-
Flameflower went inside Lionfang's den. It had 3 nests, with fluffy moss and soft feathers. "It looks very... Comfortable." Flameflower mewed. "It is." Lionfang purred, inviting her to stay. "I guess I can... But I'll hunt right now." Flameflower nodded to Lionfang. "You just ate two carp." Lionfang pointed out. "Well... I'll hunt for you too." Flameflower licked her flanks, plump and fat for leaf-bare. "Okay then." Lionfang went inside. Flameflower padded into the forest, tasting the air for scents. She decided to go for a moorhen. Flameflower jumped in a tree next to the moorhen. She let out an deafening screech, and the moorhen started to take off. Flameflower leaped on it, taking it down. "Yes!" She yowled. Lionfang appeared. "Nice catch." He purred. "Thanks!" Flameflower beamed. "Let's share." She gulped down a few bites, then nudged it to Lionfang, who finished it. "I see you're fattening up for leaf-bare." Lionfang mewed, looking at her flanks. "I don't want to die." Flameflower retorted defensively. "No need to be so defensive!" Lionfang meowed, his eyes round with surprise. "I'll go catch a few fish." Flameflower left him with a flick of her tail as she padded down to the lake. Flameflower dived in, glancing around in the water. "Fmshp!" Her meow was muffled by water as she scooped out a trout. Flameflower dragged it up and daintily took a bite. It was delicous, light, soft and flaky. Flameflower was soon done. It was dusk, and she was stuffed. Flameflower headed toward her bush. I don't feel like going to Lionfang's tonight... She thought drowsily as she curled up in the soft fronds of bracken, moss and feathers.
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