The last moon had flown by. Flashpaw had felt so silly coming back from their last excursion. Pathetic, really. Useless, if she thought too hard about it. So she didn't. Instead, the little tiger of a she-cat threw herself recklessly into her training. No way, no how, was she going to get herself kicked out of the coolest and neatest place she'd ever lived!
Truely, Stoneclan was way better than her old nest. Sure, she missed her siblings, all thirty-six of them. And her two leg had been really sweet, listening to her talk and chat as much as she wanted. Too bad she couldn't actually understand her, though. But back there, most of her siblings ignored her. Told her she talked too much. She was always
too much, whatever that meant. But here? Here, cats paid a lot of attention to her! Snarlpaw even seemed to like her, which was a surprise to Flashpaw, seeing as the little orange tabby had utterly failed to do much of anything last go around. She had a mentor to watch over her, and Sunseer and Skysong watching her progress. Kits loved when she spent time with them, and even some of the newer clan members -- den mates? clanmates? -- were looking at her! Particularly that handsome blue-eyed tom, Blink. No, no, he was Steadypaw now. It was a good name, fit him well. He was big and, well,
sturdy. Like nothing could sway him. He was a bit quite, really quiet, actually, but that was okay. She could carry a conversation easy enough on her own. He reminded her a lot of Gullscreech. Maybe that's why she was so eager to impress him...
Anyway.
All that was to say Flashpaw had gotten much better at hunting. Particularly keeping her mouth shut long enough to do so. All she had to do was hold her breath! That kept all the words
inside rather than tumbling
outside. Brilliant.
And so, when Snarlpaw had given them the go-ahead, Flashpaw took a big breath in and was over the border as quick as her namesake! It was harder to do without using her sniffer, but her eyes still worked just as good! She spotted movement in the underbrush and prowled slowly forward, her stripes letting her blend in with the dappled sunlight. She waited a beat, her lungs starting to protest, before she bolted from the shadows and rolled over her prey in a fit of fur and claws. Grinning past the taste of blood in her mouth, she scrambled and dashed out of the dense scree. She'd done it! She did it! She-- Oof!
The wild little she-cat had barreled herself right into the tall, quit tom, all her held breath rushed out of her in a flurry of giggles as she fell back into the dirt with her little mouse.
"Wow, you know, I think Sturdypaw would be a better name for you, big guy!" She stood up and shook out her fur,
"Oh! Look! Look! I caught something! A mouse! I bet you could eat a mouse in one bite, huh? Oh, did you catch something too, Steadypaw? Oooh," She spied his rabbit,
"Oh wow, great job! That'll feed a bunch of cats!"
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