Silverfoot's Journey

Chapter 5

"I can smell prey !", Applepaw meowed and licked her lips. 

"We just stopped to hunt not long ago", Turtlestep pointed out.

Timber let out a purr of amusement and meowed, "You must be getting used to the huge amount of prey this forest has to offer." 

Silverfoot listened to the others chat with a content look across his face.  He was getting used to being with these cats.  How am I going to be able to part with them once this journey is over?  he thought to himself.

Dreamspirit must have been listening to his thoughts because she said the same thing.  "How are we going to be able to go on with regular Clan life back home?", she asked. 

"I'm not sure", Silverfoot sighed.

"Wait, you four aren't in the same group?", Timber asked.

"No, we are divided into four Clans",  Silverfoot meowed.

"Well, that's mouse brained to me. You all should be together. What if one of you got hurt and you weren't there in time?", Timber asked.

"We have medicine cats for that", Applepaw replied.

"What if they get sick? What would you do then?", Timber asked.

"Well, a medicine cat normally has an apprentice that helps them out", Turtlestep meowed. 

"Ok", Timber sighed.

"We also have leaders and deputies, " Dreamspirit meowed.

"That's nice", Timber meowed. 

The sun had risen more as the five cats trekked onward.  Cliffs rose in the distance as the found themselves heading upwards.  Silverfoot leaped on top of one of the gray rocks and looked around him.  There were more cliffs and ahead of that was wrapped in a veil of mist.  

"Don't worry. We're heading the right way", Timber meowed. 

Silverfoot leaped down and let Timber take the lead this time. He found himself walking beside Applepaw.  The brown she-cat dipped her head and looked around. 

"I hope that we get where we are supposed to go", she meowed with a sigh.  

"Me too", Silverfoot meowed.

When the cats stopped to hunt, Silverfoot decided to go alone. He let his thoughts drift back to home.  I wonder if Mistflower has had our kits yet?  he thought to himself.  He knew they had picked names for the cats.  I hope she called them Sweetkit, Echokit, and Briarkit  he thought as he killed his first catch which was a mouse. The silver tom hoped that one of them looked like him. He could imagine a little copy of himself running around and he purred.  With a swipe of his claw, he killed another mouse that had managed to stray into his path.