The Life of Valleyclan

Chapter Eight: The Pond

During the time Mistykit had been stolen, Beethorn had to take care of Fishkit and keep her occupied. As much as he could.

"Can we maybe learn about scents Beethorn?" Fishkit mewed as the took a stroll.

"I don't see why not, your friend Stormpaw is having his training so we might as well go someplace." He purred.

She smiled and hopped onto a tall rock.
"Let's go to the pond!" Fishkit happily swayed her tail standing proudly.

"Find it with your nose!" He suggested.

So Fishkit looked around from the rock view, sniffing the air for a salty, chilling scent.

"I think I see it and smell it!" She purred after some time.

He flickered his tail, eager to see what she'd do next.

She bounded off the rock, "Follow me!" She meowed excited

They went down an old dirt path, leading to a lake. Once they arrived, Fishkit filled her nose with the scents of seagulls, cats, dogs, mice, and everything a cat could sniff. It was a bit nauseating however. So, she smelt some lavender to clear her nose.

"What can you smell?" Beethorn mewed to her.

"Lots of stuff," she sniffed "but nothing I can name."

She looked down at the ground, missing her sister. And somehow Beethorn knew it.

"Don't worry about her, she will be back." He purred.

"You promise?" Fishkit mewed.

"I promise, hey look at the barn!" Beethorn changed the subject.

She perked her ears spotting it, hearing an echo of cries in her mind, having a strange sensation.

"C-can we go look at it?" She mewed. She knew something was wrong in there, or familiar.

"No, your mother would be furious, but when you become an apprentice your mentor will take you everywhere."Beethorn tried to be positive.

"Ok, let's head home." Fishkit mewed, and so then headed to the clan.