"So that's the story," Opal finished. "I have no idea what it could possibly mean, though..."
Tumble swished her shoulder lightly with his tail. "Interesting. Very, very interesting... I don't know, either, though," he frowned, but erupted in a light teeth-chatter. "To think it would be warmer in here," Tumble then grumbled.
"You're changing the subject! You must know what's behind this, then," She lifted her chin, challenging his focus on the subject. "I've figured it all out! Voilà!" Opal then clouted him on his ear.
"We're not kits anymore, Opal!" He growled, wincing at the possible bruise that Opal gave him. "Come on, I'm not behind this. I am the one who was invited to hear the story, right? Plus, you're the one who brought it here! For StarClan's sake, it could be cursed!" He paced back and forth. "I was only kidding," Opal sighed. "No need to get all hissy on me. Anyways, what do you think it means...?"
He leaned over a bit, trying to get in a more comfortable position. "Well, the squiggles might be snakes. Or waves. The cat heads obviously have something to do with the Clans, or some group of cats."
"What if this is fate? Waves and snakes sound dangerous either way," She
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Warriors: The Compromise, #1 [DISCONTINUED]
FanfictionAny loyal and gifted warrior's dream is to become leader. Everyone has roles and duties around the camp; medicine cats heal, warriors hunt and fight, queens provide to their kits, deputies are heir, and the leader leads the Clan, of course. That is...