(So I can just make her tell Snatcher?)
Snowflake smiled and chuckled as well, licking his cheek back as a reply to his. She enjoyed sitting up in this tree, but wondered how long it would last. She shuddered. What if something happened in the clan? What if one of them was killed during battle? She didn't want to think about it, but couldn't deny. She had heard of this before, and if one of them survived... The other would be heart broken.
Scar ignored Lucius last comment and flopped down inside the den, curling up into a tight bundle of fur. Everyone in this clan seemed like bullies, and he couldn't stand them. Lucius was the worst of them all, always teasing him.
Dapple noticed that Lucius watched her and chuckled. She was used to being watched by toms, her mother had told her she had the most beautiful fur coat she had ever seen. Probably pretty enough to attract toms like... Lucius. She sighed slightly, tired of the looks that the cats always gave her. Why couldn't they simply look at her as a normal cat? Like all the other cats around in the camp. She pushed the idea away and began grooming her fur, making sure it was flat and sleek.
