It had been around 2 moons since the incident with the kits and twolegs, the sisters were now just about the age of apprentices. With that, they were expected to act like apprentices.
"Fluff my moss guys!" Mudleaf mewed from his bed. "It doesn't get rid of ticks on its own!"
Fishkit let out a sigh. Her, Mistykit, and Stormpaw had been doing these tasks for a while now. One thing for certain was none of them wanted to do it. But Fishkit knew that the elders were important to the clan, they were up after the medicine cats to her. They bare so much knowledge about things cats of her generation wouldn't know.
So, the trio made their way toward Mudleaf.
"Thanks you youngins', without you guys I would be itching worse than those foxes with a tick on their neck!"
Mudleaf went on to tell a story about how he scared away a fox from the clan with a rotting mouse and a twig. The story was so interesting to Fishkit, though it almost seemed unrealistic.
The cats had cleaned his moss and picked away his ticks just so they can learn how. Nobody in the end wanted to do it but Fishkit knew it was actually fun to be around the elders sometimes.
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The Life of Valleyclan
RandomWelcome to the rolling hills of Valleyclan! Join all the cats as you experience their journeys and purposes. So why stall? Read it I insist it!
