Note: this is by no means complete. I have several different POV's here.
Darkreed
"Mousetails," I swore as icy water lapped my belly.
Graymoon tried to stifle a laugh.
"You wouldn't laugh if it was you," I snapped.
"Mrr, sorry."
Tallfern grinned. "You know, Cinderheart taught me and Rowanpaw to swim here."
"Did she really?" I climbed onto the bank, shaking my fur.
"Watch it!"
Now it was my turn to laugh. They looked so funny, hissing as they tried to dry themselves.
Graymoon pounced on me, his heavier weight and my surprise letting him knock me over.
"No fair! Get off me, you great lump!" I tried vainly to push him off.
"Only if you promise me to catch a rabbit. You're good at that."
"Done," I wheezed. He got off, and I signaled silently to Tallfern. We jumped on him from both sides. "Now, will you help me catch that rabbit? We can share it, all three of us."
"Okay. Better catch two, though; there won't be enough with Tallbelly around!"
**
In the end, we caught a rabbit between us and a couple of squirrels thanks to Gray's efforts.
Brambleclaw was impressed. He greeted us with, "Is one of those for me, I hope?"
"Yup! D'you fancy a squirrel?" He purred his appreciation.
As we ate, I noticed Redpaw staring wistfully at us.
"Redpaw?"
She jumped.
"Calm down, I was only going to offer a squirrel and some company."
"Oh." She loped over to sit beside me. "Ottertail said I could have the afternoon off."
Did he really? I thought. Off all afternoon, and he's not in camp...
"Well, I guess you earned it." Brambleclaw's tone said he'd thought
the same thing. "I hope he hasn't neglected your training."
"Er..." Redpaw's voice squeaked. "He hasn't. He took me out to practice fighting moves today."
"Have you got a frog in your throat?"
"Er... um..."
"Starclan. You sound like..." Brambleclaw sniffed her.
"Like a kit," he finished. We all stared at him.
"A kit? You're not old enough to train?" Graymoon asked.
"Ye-yes," she hiccuped.
"Take it easy. No cat's going to hurt you." The deputy let her rest her head on his flank.
"Now tell me, Red..."
"My n-name is Ashe," she interrupted.
"Ashe, then. Who's your mother?"
"A r-rogue named Beryl." Ashe sniffled. "I was the r-runt of my litter. D-deadweight."
Sympathy welled up in me; I leaned in and licked her
between the ears.
"No cat thinks you're deadweight," said Graymoon roughly.
"I was the smallest of my litter too, but now I'm a warrior."
Sniff, sniff.
"That's right. Clear the old nose."
I almost laughed. He sounded... like a concerned father.
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