When the two kits got back to camp, Blazey and Clicky were waiting at the entrance. "There Ты are," Blazey growled. "What were Ты thinking?" Clicky hissed as they walked back to the middle of the clearing. "Were sorry," The two answered shamefully. "You should be," Blazey mumbled. Clicky sighed. "What were Ты doing out there anyways?" "Hunting," Brisky mewed; his tail dragging on the floor. "Doesn't look like Ты caught much." Clicky meowed, a bit of humor in her eyes. "Go on, then," Blazey purred. "This is your last warning."



Later that day, Brisky wondered if Professor would tell him the...

FIRECLAN

LEADER: Blake - Brown hansom tom with yellow-orange eyes

DEPUTY: Butch: black tom with dark green eyes


MEDICINE CAT: Echo: cinder she-cat with dark gray paws, tail tip, and chest; blue eyes

WARRIORS: (toms and she-cats without или not nursing kits)
Blazey: оранжевый she-cat with red eyes
Bryce: blond tom with blue eyes
Bee: brown she-cat with оранжевый eyes

Breeze: unusually розовый furred she-cat with оранжевый eyes
Dexter: >:P
Boomer: blond tom with dark blue eyes
Buttercup: pretty black she-cat with light green eyes

Sassy: brown she cat with blue eyes
Brendon: white tom with yellow-orange...

(BTW guys, let's just say MidnightClan and FireClan returned back to their own camp two chapters ago.)



"Is there something wrong, Blake?" Brisky asked anxiously. "N-no." Blake stuttered. "Tell the truth." Brisky prompted. Blake sighed. "Brisky, she was my mother." Brisky looked surprised, and tilted his head to the right. "But what happened? She сказал(-а) that a cat that looked like me killed her-" "Enough of this talk." Blake stopped him. "No more." "But Blake-" Brisky continued. "Brisky, what did I just say? We're done here." Blake meowed as he got up and walked away.

"Whatever," Brisky mumbled...

So Ты know the difference, unsheathed is when the claws are out, sheathed is when the claws are in.


Blizzy and Shade burst out with laughter as they heard the witty little tom go up first.

"HA! No, I'm going." Blizzy growled evilly. Brisky shrunk back and waited for his turn. Maybe he would go after her. Blizzy stood in the center, unsheathed her claws, and licked them. "Who shall challenge me?" A mother pushed one of her kits forward; he was a sleek black tom with green eyes. His пальто was groomed to make it shine, and he tilted his head up in a respectful way and said, "I do," Blizzy purred...

BTW guys!!!! I don' think I'll be drawing pictures for the book anymore unless I REALLY want to!!!!

"Breeze," Декстер called. "Breeze, I need to talk to you."

She spotted him and went over. "Yes, Dexy?"

"Er, this has been bothering me all day. I just want to tell you..."

"That Ты Любовь me?" She guessed.

"Yeah, how'd you-"

"Because, silly, anytime anyone says, 'I need to tell Ты something', it means they Любовь them."

"Okay, that turned out well!" He purred.

"Well," Breeze meowed. "I Любовь Ты too."









Bryce had been gone a while, exercising his hurt leg. He hated being limp on his side, but he guessed it...

Blake wandered out into the woods for a stroll. He decided to walk near the twoleg houses to take a look at his old kittypet home. Sassy saw him and came bolting over.

"Daddy," She bounced up. "Where," She bounced again. "Are," Bounced. "You," Bounce. "Going?" She bounced again, finishing her question.

"A walk." He answered.

"Can I come?" She asked with huge, round eyes.

Blake stopped and looked at her. "I guess," He said. "But we'd better let your mom know."






Back at the canyons, the sun was setting. It had been two weeks since Blazey's kits were born. Brisky, the runt, had trouble fitting in with...