Regalstar's Prophecy

Chapter 5

   Regalkit growled, a throaty, menacing sound (she thought). Wriggling her haunches and pulling in her tail –just like the kindly older warrior Greyfeather had advised –she prepared to pounce upon her unsuspecting prey. The rest of the world seemed to flash past her eyes as she leaped with a rush of pure energy.

   "YEEOWW!"

   Regalkit stumbled backward in surprise. The sleek, grey-furred tail did not belong to Greyfeather as she had expected, but to Thistletail, a particularly grouchy elder who glared at her now with undisguised irritation. "What do yeh think you're doing, eh? That was my tail you just shredded! Can't I visit fresh-kill pile without being attacked by mousebrained young'uns?! What a load of fox dung." He turned his back on her. "Begone, before I smack yeh upside the head like you deserve."

   "S-sorry!" She squeaked with alarm before scampering away. She didn't get far before crashing into another cat.

   "Hey!" The older kit, Mousekit, cried out. Regalkit found him a bit intimidating, for though he was the brother of Bluekit–her best friend–he was bigger and bossier than the other kits. Regalkit stared at him nervously.

   "Sorry. I didn't see you there," she mewed.

   Mousekit narrowed his green eyes. "Oh yeah?" He growled playfully. "Then let's have a battle! I'm way stronger than you!"

   "No way!" Regalkit hissed, launching at him without warning. He caught her with his claws sheathed and they both tumbled to the ground. They rolled over and over, battering at each other with little fluffy paws until Mousekit managed to hold her front paws to the ground. "I win!" He exclaimed.

   With a growl, Regalkit used her hind paws to batter at his belly, flipping him up and over her until she could roll over and pin his throat down to the solid ground. "I win."

   To her surprise, Mousekit purred and twitched his whiskers with amusement. "That was a really great move! Will you show me what you did?"

   Slightly taken aback, Regalkit opened her mouth to reply when she heard a familiar voice call her name.

   "Regalkit!" Redfur bounded toward her wayward kit. "There you are! Come along, it's time for bed."

   "Awww, already?" Regalkit complained. "But I want to keep playing!"

   "No Regalkit. You need lots of sleep."

   "Well that's just a load of fox dung," Regalkit muttered, earning a gentle yet firm cuff on the ears.

   "And don't you ever let me hear you swear like that again!"

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Sorry again for the wait...