Jaded View: Chapter twenty-five

## Chapter twenty-five

“Come
on, let’s go.” Whitemuzzle turned away, padding through the snow-covered
forest. Picklekit and Tigerfang nodded, following the tom, “are you okay, did
that she-cat attack you?” Tigerfang muttered, looking at Picklekit, “no, she
just talked to me, and then talked to you and Whitemuzzle.” She mewed, looking
back at the tom, “seems like that cat is really interested in our clan, she’s
seen you twice so far…”
“And I doubt that’ll stop, we’ve got to get a message to that cat, she doesn’t
listen to us, so we’ll have to use violence next time.” Whitemuzzle growled
from in front of them. Picklekit stared in front of them, watching as snow fell
from onto the already white clearing, a snowflake floated down onto her nose,
making her sneeze. “Bless you.” Tigerfang chuckled, “that won’t be the only
time.” Picklekit giggled, running past the ginger tom, the scent of her clan
filling her nostrils. She dashed forwards, speeding ahead of Whitemuzzle, the
tom watched, “hey, get back here!” The tom ran after Picklekit, Tigerfang
following behind them. Soon the bramble wall that protected the clan from being
snuck into was visible. She ran faster, barely seeing the tunnel they used to
leave camp. She leapt into it, running blindly through the dark, dirt covered
hole. Then something came from under her, she tripped over, face planting onto
the floor, dappled light shining from above her. She got up, looking down
behind her, a small pebble laid there, half of it stuck in the ground. Behind
it, Whitemuzzle and Tigerfang came closer to her. “Wasn’t that silly? Maybe you
should be more careful.” Whitemuzzle pushed past her, climbing out of the
tunnel, “I agree with him, but that was kinda funny.” Tigerfang meowed from
behind her, “I feel like a fool though, that’s not good.” Picklekit whimpered,
climbing out of the tunnel, “everyone has a moment in their life where they
feel embarrassed, so don’t worry about it.” The tom followed her, shaking his
fur, “I would shake off your fur too, you might have gotten some dirt and dust
in there.” The tom padded past her, “don’t forget to grab something to eat.” He
padded away to his den. Picklekit shook her fur, dirt and dust flying out of
it, she then bounded towards the prey pile, picking up a bird. “So, why don’t
we get this over and done with.” A cat meowed from behind Picklekit, “you’re
going to complain on why there aren’t any squirrels in the prey pile, aren’t
you?” Picklekit turned to see Scarpelt and Deerear, “maybe if these cats could
learn to hunt more than mice and birds, I wouldn’t need to complain.” Scarpelt
growled, “I should be the one complaining, since I’m older, you’re acting like
a spoilt kit.” The brown she muttered, “if I were you, I’d be grateful, or have
you never learnt that lesson.” The she flicked her tail, “I’ll learn it when
I’m dead, that’s what.” Scarpelt padded to the pile, picking out a squirrel,
“look see, no need to complain.” Deerear muttered, turning away, Picklekit
watched, then bounded back to her den. She laid down, gobbling up her bird. *I*
should take a nap, since Bearscar isn’t back*, she closed her eyes, her*
front paws underneath her chest, her ears flat on her head and her tail lay
beside her.

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