This is a secondary book that I guess is sort of a sequel to my first book, now if people are wondering why don't I just continue making chapters in the first book.
Well those are cringe and I want to separate The bad from the good.
✿✿✿ W/n was padding through the forest, her eyes half lidded as she let out a heavy sigh. The sun was shining through the trees, making her pelt warm.
The she-cat was trying to hunt alone for the clan, she had wanted to stick alone because of the many thoughts clouded her head.
She had already caught two shrews and was looking for one more piece of juicy prey to take home.
Then she heard it, a rustle in the ferns, W/n lowered herself and tasted the air, the mouse revealed itself and began to wash its pelt.
Perfect for the taking....
W/n kept her sharp gaze on it and moved slowly, making sure her pelt wouldn't brush against any plants.
The mouse looked up in alarm, making the she-cat half in her tracks. Did it hear her? As W/n was about to take the leap another figure darted out of the grass and stole her catch.
"That's was mine, SpiderLeg!" The p/c she-cat stared at the black Tom with bitterness. The Tom didn't care in the slightest, "you were taking too long."
He shrugged and grabbed the fresh kill before making his way back to camp, W/n rolled her eyes before going to retrieve her shrews then made her own way back.
He's probably going to give that to Daisy...
When she entered she immediately saw the beautiful cream she-cat basking in the sunlight. Daisy was laying down and staring at her paws.
W/n noticed that SpiderLeg hadn't even given her that mouse he stole, he was busy sharing tongues with ThornClaw and AshFur.
He didn't even decide to stick with Daisy...
W/n growled quietly, staring at SpiderLeg with hostility. "Are you alright, W/n?"
She blinked a few times before looking at WhiteWing, the white she-cat looked her her with worry.
"I'm alright, WhiteWing, but could you do me a favour?" W/n meowed with a calm voice. Once WhiteWing nodded the p/c she-cat dropped one of her shrews, "take this one to the fresh kill pile please."
WhiteWing nodded and grabbed the shrew and took it away, W/n looked at Daisy and padded towards her. Every step she took she felt herself becoming nervous, and her ears began to heat up.
