"So," Gingerpaw meowed. "How's the prey running in Waterclan?"
"In out territory the prey doesn't run, it swims." Foxpaw replied. "There are plenty of fish and frogs in the river and Waterclan's eating well. What about you?"
"Treeclan's territory holds lots of prey. Our Seniors, Mothers and kits are well fed and cared for."
Foxpaw tilted his head to one side. "Can you swim?" he asked.
Gingerpaw's eyes widened.
"Goodness, no. I don't understand how you Waterclan cats can stand getting your paws wet. Water's all cold and soggy and it's only good for drinking."
"My clan's prey all lives in the river so it's important that apprentices learn to swim at a young age. And swimming in the river helps us cool off in Greenleaf. What do you to keep cool?"
"We stay in the shade beneath the ferns in our camp."
"What're ferns?"
They're big-leafed plants that only grow a tail-length high but their leaves are lifted off the ground enough to give a cat shade and shelter."
"They sound nice."
"Don't you have ferns in Waterclan?" Gingerpaw asked, surprised.
"No. Only reeds and grass."
"Hush." meowed a warrior sitting close by. "Windstar's started the Meeting."
"Sorry, Fowlclaw." mewed Foxpaw.
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Gingerkit
RomanceA young feral kitten, born and raised in Treeclan, looks all set to become the perfect warrior that her clan needs to protect them from seasons and rivalries. She has a mother, father, sister, and a best friend who hopes to someday be her mate. All...
