Wishfeather's Choice

Chapter Four

Wishfeather woke to Sandyshade proding her, with her tough pads.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head," she meowed playfully.
Wishfeather blinked her eyes open, sun shimmered into the warriors den. She poked her head outside, the clan was busy; Willowpaw (the med app) was coming padded into the camp with marigold clamped in her jaw's, Mintfang was sharing tounges with Ravenwing, and Hollyoaks was talking to the deputy over a piece of fresh kill. Ashstar padded out of his den, and stared proudly at his clan.
"Come on," meowed Sandyshade, as she nodded her head towards the fresh kill pile. "I bet your hungry."
Wishfeather ran after her, she stared down at her swollen belly, she was expecting kits! Shaking Wishfeather picked a small, plump mouse. "Are you ok?" Sandyshade asked.
"I.... I'm fine," Wishfeather answered.
But who's kits? The question lingered inside her. Suddenly she found the answer, Kestralheart's kits! Dread filled every corner of her. She noticed Sandyshade staring at her, and quickly she returned to eating.

"Where are you going?" Asked Thunderheart to his mate Blueheart.
"I'm going on a walk to get some cold air, it's fresher by the lake, Redflower is looking after my kits," Blueheart called back to him. And with that she padded out of the camp.
"Wishfeather," started Violetshine, "can you go on Lionpelt's hunting patrol?"
"Yes," she meowed and padded over to the patrol.
"Hi Wishfeather," Said Tigerpaw brightly.
"Hi, you on patrol too?" Asked Bumblefur.
"Yes," said Wishfeather, as the patrol set of.

"Tigerpaw, do you sense any prey," asked his mentor, Bumblefur.
Tigerpaw opened his mouth and drank in the fresh air. Her eyes lit up, "I smell sparrow!" She wispered, happily. Crouching down, Tigerpaw crept forward, then swiftly she leaped into the air and caught the sparrow, she gave it a swift bite and dropped it on the ground.
"Good catch there," meowed Lionpelt, his apprentice following behind. Tigerpaw beamed up at him. "Bumblefur, you and your apprentice can hunt near the Wind Clan border." Called Lionpelt, "Wishfeather you can hunt near the Shadow Clan border, I'll be near fish in the stream."
Wishfeather nodded and then followed the scent to the border. She sniffed the air intently rabbit she thought. Carefully she slipped into a hunters crouch and tipped toed forward. Carful not to snap a stick, Wishfeather leaped off the ground, taking the rabbit by suprise. She gave it a swift bite and then sniffed the air.

Suddenly she heard a yelp from near the river bank, Blueheart! Wishfeather ran towards her, to see a Badger clinging on to Blueheart's pelt. Wishfeather bashed it off, pinning it down. But the Badger was quicker than her and it rolled her over ready to bite her shoulder. But a ginger tom nocked the Badger of its paws, "Lionpelt," rasped Blueheart. Then another Badger leaped onto Blueheart's back, giving her a nasty scratch, then biting her neck."No!" yowled Wishfeather as she pinned the Badger down, giving it a hard bite on the neck. The Badger went limp, "good work Wishfeather," meowed Lionpelt, "wheres Blueheart?"
Wishfeather nodded sadly at the montless blue cat. "No!" He cried, "no!"
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