Splotchpelt and Dawnflower walked slowly out of Poppystar's den. At the edge of RainClan territory, near the beginning of CloudClan, Splotchpelt and Dawnflower's noses touched. "This may be the last time we will ever see each other, but you will always be in my heart." Dawnflower whispered. "I love you, Dawnflower," Splotchpelt finally managed to say. Dawnflower couldn't stand it anymore. She brushed against her brothers pelt as a tear dropped down. The two-leg kit tried to pick up Dawnflower, but Dawnflower dogded out of the way. Suddenly, she stumbled over a root, but caught herself in time. She had been like that since after she left Splotchpelt, and she could feel his stumbles, too. "Splotchpelt, if you can hear me, please, I won't leave you, I never will. I will die to save my clan ane we are doing that now! Please, where ever you are, listen to me, if I die or you die, one will always watch over another." Dawnflower tried to speak to her brother through their connection. The sun was nearly setting now, and Dawnflower realized it had been about a whole day without food. Quickly catching a mouse, she went to a tree where she could rest for the day and chewed on the mouse. Finally from tiredness, she went to sleep
We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Splotchpelt was near the Thunderpath. "After this one, I pass," he murmerd to himself. Right when he stepped on the rocky gravel, a monster roared past him. His fur stood up on him. "I gotta be more careful," he thought. Finally knowing that there were no monsters, Splotchpelt crossed. "Ew! does that Thunderpath's rotten smell get any better?" he asked. He half expected his sister's voice, but everything was silent. Splotchpelt started cleaning his pelt, but suddenly, her heard a mouses footsteps. He was used to hunting below the tree-branches, but he was on the moorlands. Trying to use the RainClan technique of stalking, he crept up upon the mouse. But at the last second, the mouse smelled the tortiseshell and scuirred away. "Fox dung!" Splotchpelt said. He was quite hungry; he didn't eat anything the day before. Anxious to move on, he dicided to try and catch a rabbit, and tring to catch it the CloudClan way.
Dawnflower could fell her brother's hunger. It gripped on her like a hook on her pelt. She wanted to help him catch something, but then she remembered that they were far away. Dawnflower decided to catch some fresh-kill and eat it, even though she wasn't hungry. She hoped her brother would that some of the fresh meat and feel a bit better. Dawnflower was in a two-nest place. On all four corners, you can see the roof tops. Dawnflower was exausted, but she wanted to eat something for her and her brother. She walked into a bran and waited paitently. Soon enough, she could smell tons of mice. Stalking up on one, she saw tons more. "This ought to be enough," she thought. She leaped and landed with her paw surounding the plump fresh-kill and bit hard in the neck. She carrioed the limp mouse into the corner and then went off to catch more. The brown cat was stuffing herself. "What was I thinking of eating a lot of mice? What if Splotchpelt can't taste the fresh-kill in his mouth? I'll be stuffing myself for nothing!" Dawnflower groaned. Suddenly, she smelled another smell, a smell of a cat. "Hi!" she said. "I'm Millie. Who are you? I never saw you before!" "Get out of my way, kittypet!" Dawnflower said. "I don't need you bothering me!" Even though she had distant kittypet blood, she didn't care one bit for a helpless kittypet. "What is a kittypet?" asked Millie, but she didn't care for an answer, she just went on. "I see you're going somewhere. My owners aren't very nice to me. If you could, may I please go along with you?"
We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Grrr... You are evil, Timberpaw! But it was still a good chapter! :)
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We all have our moments: A moment to cry, a moment to laugh. A moment to be held, a moment to be let go. A moment to be sad for not having what we want, and a moment to be happy with what we got.
Yeah, we all have those moments. And I advise you not to put them to waste.
Timberpaw, I made up StreamClan, and so I am politely asking that you please come up with another Clan name and remove StreamClan from your story. Thank you. ^-^
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