Slinking through the undergrowth, I almost bumped right into the party of three. Lionheart was talking to Bluestar about Rusty. Greypaw walked behind them silently, his head drooping. The ferns rustled as they walked over to their camp.
I stalked ahead of them, making sure my scent wafted into their noses. It did. Bluestar and Lionheart looked up, their ears flicking and their noses high trying to pinpoint where I was.
I walked out in front of them, the shadows covering my body. My firey crimson eyes gleamed. I smirked, showing them my pure white fangs.
Bluestar and Lionheart's fur started bristling, their pupils narrow in fear and anger. Greypaw stared at me like I was the devil, his eyes wide in fear. He was not far off. I chuckled at the thought.
But scary wasn't the look I was going for. I sat down on my haunches and meowed pitifully, my young kit-like size making the impression I needed. Some cats are easily impressed; Bluestar probaly thought i aws trying to be scary so i could stay out of trouble.
Bluestar's eyes softened. She walked up to me with pity in her eyes. I was only a Kit after all. Barely six moons old, I looked malnourished with my ribs showing and my blood red eyes open. I meowed in fake pain as I tried to pad over to Bluestar.
I shivered in the cold night wind, and that only enhanced my helplessness and my cuteness. I felt disgusted at the thought, but it would help me gain their trust to let me become an important part of the Clan.
Bluestar padded next to me. I leaned on her for warmth, and her tail tip rested on my back. I looked so helpless.
She and the other two cats walked me to camp, letting me rest in the hollowed out tree where the prisoners are kept. A piece of Fresh-kill was brought to me by Greypaw. I thanked him heartily as I could in this worn out body. What he got was barely a rasp. He flattened his ears, embarrassed, and padded away to the apprentices den.
The land camp was quite spectacular, vines hanging down off Bluestar's den, brambles covering the nursery, and a guarded cleft where the medicine cat den was. I chewed on the mouse while looking around.
The mouse was thin, but good tasting. It had little meat, but the overall flavor was well. A bit chewy though. Not as good as a Soul, but I had been eating normal food for a while now. My stomach growled at the thought. Soul. Mmh
I looked up at the moon. It was moonhigh, and Tigerclaw's patrol was getting ready. Well, I guess the Patrol getting ready was Tigerclaw's. The logical choice to make when Bluestar had said that the patrol was Tigerclaw's, heading out at moonhigh.
I looked over at Bluestar, and saw her padding over to a brown striped tabby with elongated claws. His fur gleamed silver, while Bluestar's fur gleamed white in the moonlight.
I curled up on the moss bedding, it's softness enveloping me. I closed my eyes, and I was dead to the world. A faint layer of shadows covered me as I steadily breathed.
"Goodnight Sister!" A faint voice called faintly in the wind, cackling. A wolf howled at the moon.
