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Flamepaw's Prophecy Part 13Ferretpaw looked up at the cloudy sky. Luckily he wouldn't have to hunt for ShadowClan tonight.
He looked up as someone called his name.
"Ferretpaw!" It was Rosepaw, a WindClan apprentice that was only slightly younger than him.
"Oh, hey Rosepaw," he replied.
"You want to go hunting with me? My mentor said it was okay if someone came with me," Rosepaw suggested.
"Sure! Let me ask Owlnose real quick," Ferretpaw said, dashing off to find his mentor. When Ferretpaw found Owlnose across the camp, he was granted permission, as long as they came back by sunset. The black and ginger apprentice trotted back to find Rosepaw.
"You ready?" She asked.
"Yep, let's go,"
As the two young cats dashed off onto the moorland looking for rabbits, Ferretpaw thought about Flamepaw, hunting for ShadowClan, alone, in secret tonight, while he was hunting happily with his friend. Don't feel guilty, he thought. It's your night to hunt right after Blazepaw goes tomorrow.
Still, after he and Ro
Flamepaw's Prophecy Part 12After the apprentices explained their plan to the ShadowClan leader, Fernstar hesistated, but finally called Silvertail into the den. Fernstar re-explained the plan to her deputy quietly.
"They want to hunt for us so we don't tell their leaders?" Silvertail said in disbelief. His gray-blue eyes flashed in the moonlight. "Do they think we are completely incapable mousebrains!?"
"Why not, Silvertail? They must know we are capable if our Clan is still here after all these moons. And we could use the extra prey," Fernstar said. Turning back to the other cats, she added "but do you plan to hunt on our territory or yours?"
Ferretpaw glanced at his friends. They hadn't thought that far. "Well, er, probably ours," Ferretpaw said uncertainly.
"And how do you expect to get the prey to our territory?"
Flamepaw looked up. "I know how we can!"
Everyone looked at the ThunderClan apprentice.
"How?" Asked Blazepaw. "And make it quick, before any cat of our Clans realize we're gone," he urged.
Flamepaw's Prophecy Part 11
As the three young cats crossed the tree bridge and got off the island, Ferretpaw glanced at Flamepaw with sympathy. Now that she'd lost her brother, she seemed weaker.
Ferretpaw trotted over to Blazepaw. "We're on your territory, and ShadowClan is right next door, so do you know how to get there?"
"Yeah, right past that stream up ahead. But we should be quiet, because if any night patrols, from RiverClan or ShadowClan see us, we're crowfood. Not unless we can get the ShadowClan cats to bring us to their camp."
"Let's go faster, then," Flamepaw spoke up.
"We're almost there!" Ferretpaw hissed. Suddenly, he saw a flash of yellow up ahead in the darkness. The young tom let a growl rise in his throat and flexed his claws, ready for a fight.
"Ferretpaw, stop! Don't make them think you want a fight! Remember what we're here for?" Blazepaw said.
"Oh look, a couple of RiverClan invaders. What're you doing up so late, kittens?" One of the ShadowClan warriors sneered as they ca
Flamepaw's Prophecy Part 10
"Where is Flamepaw already?" Ferretpaw asked irritably.
Right as he said that, a ginger cat trudged into the clearing.
"Well, that took a while. We've been waiting since moonhigh! Where were you?" Blazepaw said.
Flamepaw looked up with narrowed eyes. She looked tired and depressed. "I was asleep. Then I came here. I didn't forget! What more do you want?" Flamepaw hissed defensively.
"So-orry!" Blazepaw said back.
"Alright, Flamepaw. You're acting really weird. What happened?" Ferretpaw asked.
"Ashpaw." Flamepaw said.
"He's your brother, right? What did he do to you?"
"He died, Ferretpaw. He's in StarClan now." She hissed back.
The two toms gasped. "I-I'm sorry, Flamepaw...What happened?" Ferretpaw asked softly.
"He had blackcough," the ThunderClan apprentice replied. "The infection got into his lungs."
"I'm sorry," Blazepaw said.
"It-it's okay, Blazepaw. Let's just...discuss our journey." She sighed.
"Alright, so should we go to ShadowClan?" Ferretp
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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