Warriors: Mist's Choice (Complete)

Chapter 7

Mist That Appears Before Dawn

 Mist padded back in the cave, following Flight of Startled Heron. A moon had passed since she joined the Tribe, and now anyone would think that Mist was born in the Tribe, not a loner.

 She dropped the prey she caught in the prey pile and turned around.

 ''Mist! Mist!''

 Mist rolled her eyes and turned around again, seeing Snow run toward her. ''What is it?''

 ''Stormfur said that one day I might be the best Cave-guard in the Tribe!'' Snow purred.

 ''Oh, really? Well, Flight told me that one day I might be the best Prey-hunter in the Tribe. Cats always tell you that.'' Mist shrugged.

 ''I know, I just wanted to see your reaction.'' Snow awkwardly meowed.

 ''You didn't know, did you?''

 ''No.'' Snow shook her head.

 Mist purred. ''You were born in the Tribe, and I finally knew something that you didn't!''

 Snow looked around, desperate to leave. ''Y-Yeah, w-well, I'll go and talk with Dark, bye!''

 Mist sighed and watched her friend awkwardly rush towards Dark. She got up. What now?

 ''Mist?''

 The she-cat blinked as she saw Brook pad toward her, with her two kits following her. ''I want to go hunting with several other cats. Do you mind if you spend time with my kits until I come back?''

 ''Oh, sure, no problem.'' Mist nodded.

 Brook nodded, looking grateful, and padded away. Lark and Pine padded toward her.

 ''Is it true that you were a loner before?'' Lark asked.

 Mist nodded. ''That's right.''

 ''Where was your den?'' Pine tilted his head.

 ''It was at the edge of the forest.''

 ''Then how did you end up here?'' Lark blinked, confused.

 ''I don't know, either. I was leading a dog toward the mountains, then I passed out, woke up and- well, here I am.'' Mist answered.

 ''Wait, a dog chased you and didn't even catch you?'' Pine jumped up.

 ''Exactly.'' Mist purred.

 ''Wow! I want to do that too one day! But sadly- wait, what's a dog?'' Lark tilted her head.

 ''Oh, um- it's something larger than cats, and, er- they can have droopy or sharp ears, long or short tails, and-''

 ''So they're similar to wolves?'' Pine asked.

 ''I guess.'' Mist shrugged. She didn't know what a wolf was.

 ''Also, I think you might become a prey-hunter soon.'' Lark meowed. ''Nobody can tell you weren't born in the Tribe, and you're the oldest to-be!'' She purred.