Mothpool [Warrior Cats]

Mothpool chapter 1

A warm sunny day on the creamy sand, the peak of the warm sun would shine as dawn would droop in the sky, the cold windy breeze would brew through the sky, the chills would run through some cats spines, but not for most cats. The golden sandy pelt of a cat would shimmer on the sandy dune.

"Ahh, The warm green-leaf breeze," Mothwing mewed glaring around the current position of her view. "This is what clan life should always be like," She purred giving her fur a few warm licks.

"It can't always just be luxurious Mothwing, Especially with your medicine cat duties, The clan falls in your paws, not in your mouth," Mistyfoot mewed, her tail swishing in the cold breeze, "Might as well enjoy Greenleaf for now, LeafFall is close than ever, The breeze says it all," Mistyfoot would yowl, her tone raspy as ever.

"Mistyfoot you should go, You look awfully tired, your eyes look like they're fixing to fall out, You need to get some rest, we still need a deputy ya know?" Hawkfrost mewed, bribing her to leave him and his sister alone.

"Alright, Thanks for the recommendation Hawkfrost, I am pretty tired," Mistyfoot said walking off of the sandy dune, swimming to the clan territory .

"Finally! That ol' grump is away! She never leaves us alone! We're siblings!" Hawkfrost mewed, moving his paws on the sand, unsheathed. Mothwing would notice the anger filled in Hawkfrost, *does he really want to spend time with me?*.

"Are you just going to sit there staring into the oblivion?" Hawkfrost mewed, Mothwing jumping at the pinging voice of her brother.

"I'm just enjoying the breeze, It's good to be quiet sometimes," Mothwing mewed, the calm creamy sun would still be in reach for some heat, "Well! Rrr.... We never get time to talk alot, I have clan duties, and you... you just gather herbs healing cats, Quietness is good but for a time alone with two littermates?" Hawkfrost mewed, looking frustrated.

"If Tadpole was alive, he would probably be blabbering off his tail with you right now," Mothwing mewed, the pain in Hawkfrost's eye looked like it stinged.

"Well he's not alive! Why worry about the dead if you're alive?" Hawkfrost hissed, Mothwing moving her paws over a bit, looking startled, "He'll never be back, Just face it, You hang out with the weak, too much to think that the dead will arise,"

"Silly Hawkfrost, I know the dead won't come back, I'm sorry, I should be worried about how much time I'll spend with my littermate,"

Hawkfrost would nudge Mothwing with his paw, in a laughing manner, "There's my sister!"