



Heather blinked open her eyes, letting the dark settle. Sleeping on the floor of an old badger set had made her pelt smell horribly. She felt something land on her back and she pushed off her brother. "Whisker stop!" She meowed irritably. Whisker huffed and padded away.Glad to be away from her brother, Heather listened to the sounds of the forest. her family had been here since she was a moon old. Jessie, her mother, told them stories of cats that lived in a clan nearby. She wanted to join them badly but her brother always said she was crazy and didn't know what she was talking about. A little further away she heard Whisker whining to their mother. Heather wondered if they would ever leave the ditch they lived in.
Leaves crunched softly beneath Whiskerfoot's paws. A small mouse sat a foxlength away and he was going to catch it. As he was about to spring a twig snapped loudly and the mouse scurried away. "Mousedung!" he spat. A slim she-cat bounced forward. "Hi!" Whiskerfoot sighed. "Hello Heathertail. Can you please stop scaring away all the prey?" he asked, annoyance prickling on his pelt. Her smile fell from her face. "I-I'm sorry." she murmured. "I'm sorry. Go back to camp and I'll bring you some fresh-kill." Whiskerfoot mewed quickly. Heathertail nodded and dashed away.









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