Smallcats ◭ Living Myth ◭ Book 1

Chapter Ten. "I Tried Once. I Failed. And Now, I'll Try Again."

          Dew chewed on his magpie, glancing at the sunset. Wait... wasn't it just late morning a few minutes ago?! No... time must've passed. What about when I froze for a moment? Hmm. Probably stiff from spending the night on the hard and cold ground. Nothing unusual. Is it weird for me to just accept it? Yeah. Probably is. He bit into his magpie again, tearing a wing and chewing the meat, spitting out the feathers. He heard approaching pawsteps and looked up, noticing Flightew. The pretty white she-cat with an orange tabby ear was sitting in front of him, flicking her tail.

          "Can I help you?" he meowed casually, looking at a magpie feather curiously. Dew looked up again and noticed that Flightew had narrowed her eyes.

          "Yes? Look, I came here to tell you that you're going to be attending the Merge Tree Ceremony... tonight," Flightew meowed, pausing on the last word words.

         His ears perked up and he meowed, "Ooh. What's that? I'm pretty sure that's the only Soarian tradition that I don't know yet..."

          "Oh, would you believe... Anyways. It's an annual celebration for the day before Freeze-Chill. The three youngest guardians, battaliors, and council members attend along with one of the oldest including one or two cats of power... Each colony brings three offerings to each other and feast." Flightew explained. "Then tomorrow when the first snow falls and it's officially Freeze-Chill everyone goes to one of the camps to celebrate. This year it's the Scavenganian territory..."

          "Ooh. Fun fun..." Dew meowed woozily. "What's wrong with me?"

          "Oh, I could have a list that would be a mile long. Trust me. With extremely small lettering... If I could write..." Flightew muttered.

         "Wheeeee," he swooned, standing up and almost falling off of the bench The admiral pushed him away from the edge roughly, and he snapped out of his daze. "Oh, dear. I should really visit Syri."

          "Yeah. After I'm done with you," Flightew sniffed, helping him up. "Wait. Why didn't you ask if..."

        Dew shook his head again and twitched his whiskers in confusion. "What?"

         "Not important. Okay. I can remove one thing on my list of 'Things Wrong with Dew.'," Flightew meowed, pausing for a moment.

        "Ah. Complicated brain. I see. But... Kind of rude--?" Dew didn't finish his sentence before Flightew quickly pushed her face in his.

          "You were saying?" she meowed as she pinned him down with one paw on his chest.

         "Heh... Kind of rude to remove that?" he guessed. Flightew took this as an answer apparently and stepped back, rubbing her nose where it had hit his.

         "I need to work on my accuracy on just the perfect amount of force..." she muttered.

        "Great. So you do that all the time?" Dew snorted. He looked away from the sunset and noticed Myphoon sitting next to Margry, who was whispering something in his ear as she stared at Dew. Wonder what that's about?

           Dew twitched his ear as he heard Flightew lean in and whisper. "What did Myphoon do now?" He flinched and turned around as the admiral leaned away.

          "I have no idea. I have a feeling it's somewhere in the conversation I had with that tom. The night of Furius and Fenanda's Bonding." he meowed.

          "Oh, really?" Flightew asked, looking at Myphoon.

          "I hope not. Though that's probably not going to be true... Oh, great. Here he comes. Wish me luck," Dew sighed.