Author's note:
Thank you for 100 reads (at the time of writing)!!! I hope you are enjoying the book so far, but I don't know why you would still be around if you wasn't lol.
Anyway, without further ado...
I welcome you to chapter 17!
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TIMESKIP - HALF A MOON
Nightstorm dug her claws into the base of a fern, wrenching it from the ground with one swipe. After removing so many from camp, she was getting good at it. To her left, Dawnbreeze and Emberheart were weaving previously unearthed ferns into a warriors'-den-shaped structure.
Emberheart trotted over to her, bending down and picking the fern up with his mouth. He then shoved the fern into a small gap at the base of the den.
"That was the last one!" The calico tom purred, waving his tail happily.
Nightstorm looked around her, and realised that he was right - the medicine den, apprentices' den and warriors' den was now finished, and only a few ferns and brambles dotted the camp floor.
She pricked her ears as Blizzardfrost started trotting through the newly constructed entrance to camp, two fish dangling from his jaws. Nightstorm has slightly warmed up to fish since arriving, but she still wouldn't eat one unless she was starving.
"Anyone want some fish?" Blizzardfrost mumbled, dropping the fish in the centre of camp.
"Sure," Emberheart bounded over, enthusiastically grabbing a fish by its tail. "Does anyone want to share?"
"I will," Dawnbreeze offered. "I'm starving."
Blizzardfrost looked at Nightstorm. "You hungry?"
"No," Nightstorm replied. "Not for fish, at least."
Blizzardfrost tilted his head in confusion. "You don't like fish?"
"It's alright, I guess," the black she cat meowed with little enthusiasm.
"I can catch something else for you," the tabby tom offered, turning back towards the camp entrance.
"No, it's fine. I'll go and catch something. The camp's finished now, anyway," Nightstorm insisted. "Anyway, since when did you care?"
The tom mumbled something incomprehensible, but he sounded embarrassed.
"Thanks for offering, though," Nightstorm meowed, flicking her tail against his flank before trotting out of camp.
A soft breeze ruffled her fur as she stepped out of the shelter of camp, and leaves squelched under her paws as she clambered down the ridge outside. The stream could be seen in the distance, with a few herbs growing around it. The leaves had a tinge of frost to them - a reminder that it was leaf-fall. She hopped over the stream, scanning the ground for signs of rabbits. They often liked to pass through there, and nibble at the herbs on the water's edge.
She opened her mouth, allowing the breeze to wash over her scent glands, bringing with it the smell of rabbit. This didn't seem to be the smell of an alive rabbit, though. It smelled freshly killed, as there was the sour tang of blood.
She shifted her gaze as a slight movement behind one of the birch trees caught her attention. A white cat tail stuck out from it, flicking from side to side softly.
Nightstorm slowly weaved through the birch trees, crouching low to the ground as she started to approach. She wiggled her haunches and sprung towards the cat, deftly pushing him away from the tree he was hiding behind and giving a long hiss as she did so.
She found herself looking into the narrowed blue eyes of a snow white tom.
"What in the name of StarClan do you think you're doing!?" Nightstorm growled, digging her claws into the Tom's shoulders.
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