Warriors: FlightClan's Beginning

Chapter Eleven

A gray tabby she-cat blinked her eyes open, feeling a warmth surround her. Far then remembered she had fallen asleep next to her mysterious sandy-brown tom. Far stood up and stretched, staring at the tom. Far's blue eyes lit up when she remembered the events of the previous day.

I can't believe I know his name now! Finally, I can address him by something other than 'mystery cat'. Far nudged the sandy-brown tom awake.

"Come on, Field. You've got to wake up. You were the one who convinced me we have to help Fresh," the gray tabby pushed the tom over, and Field tried to shove her back, but Far moved out of the way. "Field. We need. To go."

After a bit more prompting, Field finally stood up. The sandy-brown tom stretched and shook out his fur. Far sighed and shook her head, playfully glaring at Field. The tom smiled and bared his teeth.

"Let's hunt before we go," Far meowed and Field nodded in agreement. The two cats padded out of Field's den into the meadow. The grass came up to Far's shoulders, which made it a bit trickier to hunt. Field had showed her a few techniques, but she wasn't as good as him yet.

The muscular sandy-brown tom positioned himself in a crouch, sniffing the air for prey. The tom's ears flicked forward. Far assumed he had scented some prey, and was not calling her a fox-heart.

Field slowly made his way forward, testing the ground in front of him as to not disturb the grass more than was necessary. After a few heartbeats, the tom had vanished into the waves of grass. A moment later, the sandy-brown tom pranced over to her and dropped a field mouse at her paws. Far purred.

"Great! You eat that, I want to work on my hunting," Far meowed. She scented the air. Some sort of mouse was in the opposite direction that Field had found his mouse.

The gray tabby she-cat crouched down as Field had, and stalked toward the scent. Her paws stomped clumsily down on the long grass, but she was light on her feet. The mouse was still oblivious. Far tried her best to avoid the grass, but it was everywhere. She was unsure how Field had done it.

Finally, Far saw the field mouse. It was about a fox-length ahead of her. Far crouched lower, and then sprang. She brushed too many blades of grass, though, and the mouse turned and squeaked loudly. It scurried away hurriedly, and Far didn't land far enough to catch it before it moved.

"Fox-dung!" the gray tabby she-cat hissed, padding back to Field. The sandy-brown tom had waited to eat his prey, probably in case Far had missed hers.

"I missed the mouse. Can we share?" Far tilted her head and gave him her best innocent smile. Field smiled back and nodded. He nudged the mouse in between the two of them, and Far settled down and curled her paws in to eat. Field copied her.

"So, I was thinking, we should see Fall and Maple before anyone else, in case they don't already know about the rebellion," Far meowed after a bite of the mouse. Field waited a moment and then nodded.

"Do you know anyone around here we could ask?" Far asked, hoping he could answer.

Field responded by nodding and drawing half a circle in the dirt next to him. Rock... I guess their name is Rock.

"Alright, we can go see them after Fall and Maple. I think they said they lived by the huge rock and the circle of trees," Far said, finishing her part of the mouse. Field swallowed the rest of it, and the two cats stood up.

The sandy-brown tom began padding in a direction, and Far followed him, unsure how to get to their destination. Far hadn't been there for very long, certainly not long enough to learn where everything was.

The two walked in silence, Far being too tired to talk. She was lost in her thoughts when they came to a forest. Well, not exactly a forest, but there was a circle of trees. The same trees that Fall said he lived near. Field and Far went around the circle and to the forest on the other side, where they soon found a den that smelled of Fall and Maple. Field motioned for Far to go first. The gray tabby smiled and walked in.