❝ 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝚄𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃, 𝙰𝙽𝚂𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳. ❞
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Darkness was all that lay ahead of her. It was quiet and dark, yet her thoughts were spinning out of control. She could find no...
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DOVESONG WATCHED, AMUSEMENT bubbling up inside of her, as Goldenheart crouched beside the stream. She said that she could be a RiverClan cat just like Moonclaw and that she could catch fish for them. Dovesong, Moonclaw, and Blizzardpelt watched as a fish swam slowly past her. Goldenheart lashed out with a paw, but she lost her balance on the bank and fell off with a huge splash.
She emerged from the water, her pelt drenched and dripping. She stared after the fish with a disappointed gleam in her eyes. "Fox dung!" she cursed.
Beside Dovesong, Moonclaw purred. "'I can be a RiverClan cat,' she says. 'I can catch us fish,' she says," she teased as Goldenheart pulled herself out of the water.
"Oh, yeah?" Goldenheart shook out her drenched pelt, spraying water everywhere. Dovesong jumped back in surprise, and Moonclaw let out a small exclamation. "I'll catch a fish someday, you'll see!"
"Maybe you can," Moonclaw mused. Then, with a mischievous look at Goldenheart, she added, "In your imagination."
Goldenheart let out a mrrow of amusement. "Take that back!"
"I'd rather not," Moonclaw retorted, flattening her ears playfully.
Blizzardpelt interrupted the two she-cats. "We better find a place to stay and rest for the night. We're losing sunlight." He glanced up at the sky where the fading sunlight began to disappear behind the lanky branches that hung overhead. "You can practice your fishing tomorrow."
Goldenheart sighed with a glance at Moonclaw. "Okay, fine. I guess it is getting a bit cold and dark."
So the four cats left the forested area in search of a place to stay. "Hey, look!" Goldenheart exclaimed suddenly. "There's a hollow tree big enough for all of us! We could find some moss and leaves and make nests for the night! Or there might be some already in there, since leaf-fall is almost here."
"Would you look at that," Moonclaw mewed, following Goldenheart's gaze. Dovesong followed it, too. Sure enough, there was a huge hollow oak tree that was definitely big enough for the four of them a few fox-lengths away. It was surrounded by other trees; therefore it was almost invisible in the undergrowth. "I would have never spotted that. Let's go."
In the hollow, there were some fallen leaves, but Blizzardpelt and Goldenheart ended up having to go out into the forest to gather moss for nests.
When they were gone, Moonclaw asked Dovesong, "Have you remembered anything else since yesterday?" There was a glimmer of hope in her eyes; hope that Dovesong hadn't seen from any of her companions except for Goldenheart, who was enthusiastic about everything.
Dovesong shook her head. "But I'm really enthusiastic about this-I might be getting better! Mentally, I mean. Do you think I can ask Foxclaw if he was the one who sent that?"
