by canter » Sat Jan 02, 2010 8:26 pm
Thunderspirit nuzzled Nightstar and gratefully took the squirel, she whispered her thanks and then lay next to him, awfully bored.
Thunderspirit twisted and turned in her sleep, she had had a bad dream. A dream only medicine cats would have. But still, she had dreamt it. It was not a blood bathed dream really. In her dream, she was walking calmly into her own territory. Then a mouse shot past, Thunderspirit chased it and caught it. And then in front of her was a huge twoleg, he grabbed and slashed at her. She yowled and scratched and bit when he caught her. Then, instinctly she bit down hard into his cheek she tasted the foul blood and then sprang from his grasp and ran into camp. That was the end of her dream, and she woke up chocking and gasping. Thunderspirit stifled a cough and limped out of the den. “How she longed to run.” She thought, then she gave a glance at her dressed leg.
Darkstorm was nearly awake and slowly peered his eyes to slits. He gave a painful exclamation, he was in Moonfire’s den. He looked around and suddenly saw the beautiful figure of Moonfire, he gazed at her with wide amber eyes. He heard a sweet voice, whether it was Moonfire or just his imagination, he did not know. He glanced at his wounds and winced, if only he hadn’t been attacked. “W-what happened to the badger?” he asked.
Before anyone else could respond Thunderspirit’s voice arose sturdily. “I killed it, with a single snap of my teeth.” She growled, and her eyes gleamed with merciless glory.
Darkstorm stared at her in admiration, never had he et a she-cat so brave, frightening, proud and skilful. He looked at her like a slave would to a king. His eyes locked into hers.
She stared back, resisting his gaze, when Darkstorm had given up, she walked away from the medicine cat den and decided to find Silverpaw. It had been a day before she had seen the apprentice and Thunderspirit would tell her exactly what she thought of disappearing apprentices!
Darkstorm couldn’t believe Thunderspirit had killed that huge foul-smelling beast. He couldn’t even give it a scratch! It just tore after him and attacked! All the same he could imagine Thunderspirit killing it. She was braver than any female, not to mention toms too!
“How I WISH I would heal!” thought Thunderspirit impatiently as she waited for Moonfire to redress her wounded leg.
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