Blood's Love

Chapter Three

"There's a mouse up ahead, under that oak tree." Bloodpaw speaks, tail and body close to the ground as he looks over his shoulder at Ivypaw, whom is near him, scraping dirt over a pigeon. "You get it, Bloodpaw. I'll see if there are any squirrels."

Bloodpaw nods, feeling a rush of relief as Ivypaw trots away. He turns towards the oak, body close to the ground, as he stalks up to it, before pouncing and grabbing it, making quick work of the kill. He quickly places it next to the pigeon, scraping dirt over it and then walking away. He notices a rabbit close to the Windclan border, however it's not too close to it. He positions himself so if he chases it, it will run into the undergrowth, where he can strike. He quickly chases it, running through the undergrowth, before finding himself at a stream. He stops, looking for the rabbit. Where did it go?

He quickly sniffs the air, finding its scent. The scent takes him to a burrow. He stares at it before walking away. There's no point in waiting for it to come out, it probably has a back exit.

He returns to where he put the mouse, finding Ivypaw placing two squirrels into the small pile. "Your much better at catching squirrels."

Ivypaw laughs, before looking at the sky, narrowing her eyes at the glare of the sun. "We better head back, they said to be back by Sunhigh."

Bloodpaw nods, picking up the mouse and pigeon and starts walking back, Ivypaw beside him, her three squirrels hanging from her mouth. "I wonder how Fiercepaw and Viperpaw are doing?"

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"Yuck." Fiercepaw growls, keeping the Mouse-bile on the tick on Stormheart's back. Stormheart purrs softly, looking over to where Fiercepaw was helping him. "When I was your age, I had to do this. If I put up with it, you do."

Viperpaw giggles from where she is clearing out the soiled moss. "I don't get how you put up with it. But then again, it's a luxury for you."

Stormheart rolls his eyes, looking over to Viperpaw. "It's not just a luxury. It gives me time to hang out with young 'ins like you. You don't visit us elders that often."

Fiercepaw then pipes up. "I visit you."

Stormheart nods to Fiercepaw. "I wonder why Willowfur hasn't stepped down to let you become Snowheart's apprentice. Your amazing with herbs."

Fiercepaw sighs. "At my last group, my brother was the warrior and I was, as you call them, the medicine cat. I hated hunting. But now I am here, you all are taking time to teach me to hunt and fight. I wouldn't trade that for the world."
Viperpaw laughs, her blue eyes closing in amusement. "Your last group was crazier than a fox in a fit."

Fiercepaw rolls his eyes, before looking out the entrance to the den, guilt flooding him. He misses Jake. Jake had taught him everything and he had scrapped all of that for a chance to be a warrior. Even if he feels guilty, he would continue to work hard in his clan.