Finley Moon
Previously Finley Wolf
Shadowpaw woke in the apprentices den to squint at the early light.
I must have slept the afternoon and night.
Carefully, she crept out of her nest to the well stocked fresh kill pile. Shadowpaw quickly grabbed a small green parrot and brought it to the medicine den.
The small tabby apprentice peeked her head in to see Robinpaw walk out at the same moment.
“Are you here to see Skypaw?”, the brown she cat meowed.
Surprised Shadowpaw jumped back but nodded her head in a fast motion. Robinpaw didn’t seem to notice her awkwardness and continued walking but without turning her head said “He’s awake but he’ll have to take the day off”. She was followed by Blazeheart, head down and tail drooping.
Is he okay? She worried.
Shadowpaw walked inside the hollow and squinted in the dim light. Crowfur wasn’t in there, Shadowpaw didn’t scent her when she arrived and the only cat she smelled was a dark silhouette in the back.
The cat lifted its head. “Shadowpaw is that you? I smell parrot”.
Careful not to mess up the piles of herbs and leaves Shadowpaw made her way to her brother who was a gray in the morning light. She sat beside him. Skypaw smelled of herbs and faintly of dried blood. She remembered with a pang the claw marks the large she cat had given her before Robinpaw rammed her off. It was the previous day that they had been ambushed by the rogues. All the memories crept into Shadowpaw’s head.
When Skypaw had tried to bite the orange tom’s paw to free himself the tom had batted his other paw into the white apprentice’s jawbone, knocking him out, but Shadowpaw was sure that he broke it. Robinpaw had tried to reach him but two rogues separated them. It was just then the noon patrol had emerged from the undergrowth and attacked the invaders. She remembered Riverstar furiously land on the leading tom and went down in a mass of claws and teeth. Mistclan had won the skirmish but was injured.
She pushed the parrot towards Skypaw. “Here. I know it’s feathery but I think it was freshlay caught”, she said softly.
“I’m as hungry as Jaguar!”, her brother declared ripping off a few feathers and sinking his teeth into the bird and tearing off a chunk.
“Want some?”, Skypaw asked, muffled by chewing.
Shadowpaw shook shook her head, she felt sick at the memory of blood and got up, leaving the den. She didn’t want to fight anymore, not after the attack. She was a coward for leaving her friend and brother, and she couldn’t even defend herself.
I must have slept the afternoon and night.
Carefully, she crept out of her nest to the well stocked fresh kill pile. Shadowpaw quickly grabbed a small green parrot and brought it to the medicine den.
The small tabby apprentice peeked her head in to see Robinpaw walk out at the same moment.
“Are you here to see Skypaw?”, the brown she cat meowed.
Surprised Shadowpaw jumped back but nodded her head in a fast motion. Robinpaw didn’t seem to notice her awkwardness and continued walking but without turning her head said “He’s awake but he’ll have to take the day off”. She was followed by Blazeheart, head down and tail drooping.
Is he okay? She worried.
Shadowpaw walked inside the hollow and squinted in the dim light. Crowfur wasn’t in there, Shadowpaw didn’t scent her when she arrived and the only cat she smelled was a dark silhouette in the back.
The cat lifted its head. “Shadowpaw is that you? I smell parrot”.
Careful not to mess up the piles of herbs and leaves Shadowpaw made her way to her brother who was a gray in the morning light. She sat beside him. Skypaw smelled of herbs and faintly of dried blood. She remembered with a pang the claw marks the large she cat had given her before Robinpaw rammed her off. It was the previous day that they had been ambushed by the rogues. All the memories crept into Shadowpaw’s head.
When Skypaw had tried to bite the orange tom’s paw to free himself the tom had batted his other paw into the white apprentice’s jawbone, knocking him out, but Shadowpaw was sure that he broke it. Robinpaw had tried to reach him but two rogues separated them. It was just then the noon patrol had emerged from the undergrowth and attacked the invaders. She remembered Riverstar furiously land on the leading tom and went down in a mass of claws and teeth. Mistclan had won the skirmish but was injured.
She pushed the parrot towards Skypaw. “Here. I know it’s feathery but I think it was freshlay caught”, she said softly.
“I’m as hungry as Jaguar!”, her brother declared ripping off a few feathers and sinking his teeth into the bird and tearing off a chunk.
“Want some?”, Skypaw asked, muffled by chewing.
Shadowpaw shook shook her head, she felt sick at the memory of blood and got up, leaving the den. She didn’t want to fight anymore, not after the attack. She was a coward for leaving her friend and brother, and she couldn’t even defend herself.
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