Chapter 4
Featherkit felt like a lump of ice was forming in her throat, making it impossible to breathe. She knew her father meant every word of what he said, except she wouldn't be eating from the fresh kill pile; she would be getting a shriveled, stringy mouse with stale water. Blizzardstar talked to Icefur in a low voice, so that Featherkit couldn't hear. After a couple of minutes, Icefur nodded her head, pressed her cheek to his face, and purred. Blizzardstar purred back, but his sounded more like a growl. Featherkit couldn't picture Blizzardstar ever being kind enough to make Icefur want to be mates with him. She cleared her throat softly, wanting to get instructions so she could go away from Blizzardstar's stuffy den, not see him and her mother acting like mates-for-life. Blizzardstar looked at her as if he just realised she was there. "Go find Fernpaw and ask her to show her your den." That was an order to leave. "Yes Blizzardstar." She mumbled, ducking out of the den, she looked around the camp, trying to find Fernpaw.
