Star Dew

☆ Chapter Three ☆

'Duststar. May I come in?'
'Yes, come in.'

Duststar was sitting on her mossy bed when Firefang pushed through the ivy that covered the entrace of Duststars den.

'Firefang! How is hunting going?'
'Very well, thank you. Talking about hunting... I found this fish. Its rather unusual isn't it.'

The fish was golden, with red stripes down it's sides and a blue strip down its back.

'I thought you might like it Duststar.'
'Mhm, I will most cerntantly enjoy it!' Duststar plasered a grin on her face, to be honest what she really wanted was water vole.

'Well, I'll leave now so you can enjoy it. StarClan bless!'
'Goodbye Firefang. Thank you for the fish!'

Duststar swatted the fish with dislike. She would eat it later. Now though, how to get a water vole with out Firefang noticing?

...

Nightstripe was sitting in her den when Jetwing burst in. The pretty queen stood their her sides heaving.

'Jetwing! Are you about to kitten? You shouldn't have come to get me, send another cat.'
'No...no...it isn't me Nightstripe.'

Nightstripe waited untill the she cat had caught her breath.
'It's Duststar! Oh StarClan help us! She looks so ill!'
Nightstripe leaped up and almost flew to the leaders den.

'DUSTSTAR! What in StarClans name...!?!'
Nightstripe stopped dead as she looked at her leader lying on the ground.
'Duststar! What ...? Never mind let me get my herbs...'

Nightstipe ran back to her den and picked out a few herbs. Jetwing was still there, trying to catch her breath. 'Jetwing, are you sure your ok?'
'I'm perfectly fine. Just go help Duststar!'
Nightstripe nodded and headed to the leaders den again.

'Why is Nightstripe taking so many trips to the leaders den... Do you think something is wrong?!?' Ashpaw asked Whiteleg anxiously .
'Duststar may just be feeling sick. We however, need to get off to hunting paractice.'

Ashpaw nodded and followed Whiteleg out of the camp. Two small willow trees made up the entrance. They bent over one another to make an archway, just big enough for the cats to push through.

Ashpaw flicked her tail happily and sniffed the strong scent of the pine trees. They were incredibly tall, with rough bark and spikey leaves. Pine cones hung lazily from the branches and some dropped to the forest floor, making a soft landing on the leaf spines.

Whiteleg marched on ahead into the forest, his long black fluffy tail swaying to the rhythm of his foot steps. He stopped suddenly and opened his mouth to let in a scent. Ashpaw coppied him and inhaled deeply. The unmistakeable smell of squirrled filled her pallet and she licked her lips in delight.

'Where is it coming from?' asked Whiteleg.
'Over there somewhere... ' Ashpaw said, tilting her tail to the left.

She proceeded to fall into a hunting possition. Her stomach barely touching the damp ground. Her hip bones making that calming circling motion under her rough fur. Her front legs stretched out before her. Her scenes all alert and ready for the kill.

As she crepped around she came to where a bush had been worn away making the perfect viewing point. There, a squirrel sat on its hunches, nibbling absentmindedly on an acorn. 

She curled up her body like a spring...

...and pounced.
Falling gracefully through the air, her claws unsheathed. The squirrel looking up, his eyes open wide in fear, before her claws sunk into her prey.

Ashpaw sauntered out of the bushes to where Whiteleg was stood, the squirel hanging limp from her mouth.

'Well done Ashpaw! Good catch,' Whiteleg grinned at his little apprentice, 'I was thinking of heading up to the river where you can learn to fish.'

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Thats it for chapter three!

Sorry that I've been gone for so long! 😅
Its been like a year...

~ Maya x