I stood tall in the grass next to an overgrown white and blue house, lifting my small gray nose to the sky, my mouth slightly opened. Rabbit! I can smell it! I crouched back into my hunting posture and stalked up to the pray. It was within view when I heard his obnoxiously loud call. “Featherfur! I ne-” Before he could say anything, I whipped my whole body around to Sparkpaw and pounced on him. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” “Sparkpaw! Now all the pray within a miles radius has been scared away!” His expression went from shocked to ticked off. “It’s not my fault you were supposed to take me on patrol today…” he grumbled under his breath. “You shouldn’t talk back like that, Sparkpaw,” Flowerpath sat on the mailboxes facing the road, but didn’t turn around to look at us. My face turned confused, and a little concerned. “Shouldn’t you be in the nursery looking after kits?” From what I could see, she shook her head and replied, “I got Moondapple to take care of them for me so I could have a day off,” “Ah… thanks for um… stepping in…” She finally turned and nodded, jumping off the mailbox and hopping over to us. “Can you get off me now, Featherfur?” I sighed and rolled my eyes as I leaped over to Flowerpath and asked, “If you don’t mind me asking, how much of the conversation did you hear?” She gave me a friendly smile and mewed, “Just Sparkpaw talking back, why? Did you say something wrong?” I looked at her with a disgusted face as she rolled her eyes and I defensively yelped, “What?! No! I know I can be strict sometimes, but not that much! And get your mind out of the gutter, Flowerpath!" Suddenly, a yowl from the camp meeting ground broke out, stopping our argument, and sending us charging back to camp.
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The Vulture's Prey
FanfictionAfter the tragedy of abandonment, pets and strays have been left alone to fend for themselves. Pets that where left on their leashes, died within a week. The strays that knew how to hunt taught the weak, and soon, they became a clan. The Vulture's C...
