Warriors: Feather's Path

Chapter 11

Feather blinked her eyes open, so see Owltuft sitting with a white she-cat. Getting up, the brown and gray tabby she-cat shook the sleepiness away. 

"You're up." Owltuft mewed, turning around to face Feather. 

Tilting her head at the white she-cat with brown specks, Owltuft flicked his tail to the cat's paw. 

"Sorry, I was tending to Cloudspeck's pad. She accidentally trod on a thorn." Owltuft told her.

Dark golden fur moved beside Feather, and the she-cat found Hawk waking up.

"You guys didn't sleep that long." Owltuft commenting, facing Cloudspeck again.

Feather shrugged, stepping out of her nest. "I wasn't exactly tired."

Hawk nodded. "Yea."

"Well Spottedwing should be coming sooner or later." Owltuft meowed, bending down to Cloudspeck's paw.

The she-cat grunted as the mottled brown tom retreated, a huge thorn grasped in his jaws.

"Got it." He meowed. "Now I don't want you to go on any more patrols today. That was a deep gash in your pad, and I don't want it to get infected."

Cloudspeck nodded. "Thank you."

Feather found Dovepaw padding into the den. When he spotted Cloudspeck, Feather watched as the tom quickly padded to the other side of the den, avoiding the she-cat.

"Oh, hi, Dovepaw!" Cloudspeck mewed, limping over to the tom.

Dovepaw looked over his shoulder at the white she-cat. "O-Oh, hello, Cloudspeck."

Feather felt a purr rumble in her throat, and forced it down. 

"Typical kit love." Hawk murmured to Feather.

The brown and gray tabby she-cat nodded, and Owltuft padded up. "How about I show you camp?"

"Can I come?" 

Feather turned around to see Raven getting up from his nest.

Owltuft nodded. "Of course."

Owltuft left Dovepaw to Cloudspeck, and led the three cats out of the den.

"So, you were just in the medicine cat den." Owltuft meowed. "This is the high ledge. It's where the leader, Crowstar, addresses the clan to a meeting. Which will probably be soon, because of you newcomers." Olwtuft pointed his tail to a hollow crease in the rock above the high ledge. "That's where the leader sleeps." 

Feather sat in the sun outside of the medicine cat's den, beside Hawk. Owltuft had finished showing the three cats the camp, and Raven decided he wanted to get to know the apprentices, so he sat with them by their den. Crowstar just finnished the meeting of introducing Raven, Feather, and Hawk to the clans, and told everyone to give the two cats space until next sunrise.

A tortoiseshell flash came from the camp entrance, and Feather spotted Spottedwing leading a hunting patrol, carrying a plump, black, bird.

What is that?

Spottedwing rested her gaze on Feather and Hawk, and bounded over, the wings of the bird brushing the dusty camp floor.

When Spottedwing reached the two cats, she dropped the bird.

Bending down, Hawk sniffed the black bird. "What kind of bird is that?" The large tom asked.

Spottedwing purred. "That's right." She mewed. "This is a crow. And I'm guessing they don't live in the mountains?"