Post by §Wildheart§ on Aug 4, 2009 17:23:32 GMT -5
"Just admit it, Foxheart." Meowed Fernshadow, collapsing behind a twoleg nest. "We're lost."
Foxheart was staring at the sun. "Maybe, but we're not entirely lost until we give up hope. And I haven't given it up yet. So get up, we need to get moving. Wildheart's probably lost without us."
Fernshadow rolled her eyes. "We've been gone for nine moons, Foxheart. Don't you think she might have given up by now?"
"That would be just like her." Foxheart mewed, and peeked behind the next nest. "But I bet Cherrysong and Tigerheart are still waiting."
Fernshadow didn't dare say it outloud, but she knew that even Foxheart would know that their parents were very old, and probably wouldn't be around for much longer. Instead she murmured, "I bet they are, Foxheart."
Foxheart took a quick look around the thunderpath. It was clear. "Ya know," he meowed as they crossed it in a hurry, "We wouldn't have taken so long if we had stopped listening to that old cat whats-his-name."
Fernshadow snorted, and rubbed her paws on the grass on the other side. "Purdy was just being kind. He knew the sun-drown-place better than us. I bet no clan cat has ever been there."
Foxheart licked a paw and drew it over his ear. "There were a lot of cat scents up above the cliffs, in that grassland. It smelled like a group of cats; like a clan."
Fernshadow stopped rubbing. "You don't actually think that clan cats could live here do you?"
"Not in twoleg place. In that grassland. There was a pine forest near it too, across the gorge, and that copse would be a good place for a camp." Foxheart began to walk again.
Fernshadow followed him. "I guess. But I'm just glad that there's barely any twolegs near our clans. Besides, I bet that the group of cat scents were just a bunch of rogues."
"Maybe," Foxheart muttered, and the two began walking in silence.
Foxheart was staring at the sun. "Maybe, but we're not entirely lost until we give up hope. And I haven't given it up yet. So get up, we need to get moving. Wildheart's probably lost without us."
Fernshadow rolled her eyes. "We've been gone for nine moons, Foxheart. Don't you think she might have given up by now?"
"That would be just like her." Foxheart mewed, and peeked behind the next nest. "But I bet Cherrysong and Tigerheart are still waiting."
Fernshadow didn't dare say it outloud, but she knew that even Foxheart would know that their parents were very old, and probably wouldn't be around for much longer. Instead she murmured, "I bet they are, Foxheart."
Foxheart took a quick look around the thunderpath. It was clear. "Ya know," he meowed as they crossed it in a hurry, "We wouldn't have taken so long if we had stopped listening to that old cat whats-his-name."
Fernshadow snorted, and rubbed her paws on the grass on the other side. "Purdy was just being kind. He knew the sun-drown-place better than us. I bet no clan cat has ever been there."
Foxheart licked a paw and drew it over his ear. "There were a lot of cat scents up above the cliffs, in that grassland. It smelled like a group of cats; like a clan."
Fernshadow stopped rubbing. "You don't actually think that clan cats could live here do you?"
"Not in twoleg place. In that grassland. There was a pine forest near it too, across the gorge, and that copse would be a good place for a camp." Foxheart began to walk again.
Fernshadow followed him. "I guess. But I'm just glad that there's barely any twolegs near our clans. Besides, I bet that the group of cat scents were just a bunch of rogues."
"Maybe," Foxheart muttered, and the two began walking in silence.