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Moon 9 Leaf-fall

Brambleclash

Part 4

Finally. Brambleclash stretches as she exits the Healer’s Den. After a moon, my sprain is finally healed.

Even if the injury had been her fault, she didn’t appreciate the tight leash Cowbirdsoar put her on.

She couldn’t hunt, patrol, or even leave the cave for the first few days. After them, she still couldn’t hunt or patrol, but she could at least leave the cave. Even then, it was conditional.

She lashes her tail. That’s in the past now, I have to move on. Despite her self assurance, her tail keeps its fast pace.

She huffs. I just need to go out there and… well sink my teeth into some prey. That should fix me up.

She walks out of the cave, her paws pressing against the damp sand. Last night’s storm must have soaked everything, She thought, shaking her paw.

The sand clung on, much to her dismay. She hops on one of the rocks. Once I get on grass I can clean them off.

“Do you need any company?” Madtomtuft asks.

Brambleclash shifts herself to see the other molly. Sweet Sunday. Madtomtuft was absolutely drenched.

It seemed despite the drab weather, Madtomtuft had gone for a swim.

Brambleclash shook her head, smiling. Cowbirdsoar can tell her off later.

“Sure.” She waves Madtomtuft up.

The wet molly jumps up to meet her. Together they climb- and Madtomtuft only slips a few times.

“We should go there.” The younger molly points with her claw.

“Why?”

“That’s around where Cowbirdsoar and I saw Walnutscreech.”

“Oh.”

I still have no idea how to feel about them. No matter how much Cowbirdsoar tells me about Clanpride and the codes, it never makes any sense. Cats should be banding together. Not clinging to territory. She huffs through her nose. Its stupid.

Madtomtuft lowers her ears. “We don’t have to.” She uses a soft, almost placating tone. It hurts Brambleclash.

“No, no, its fine. I was just thinking.” She puts her tail on the other warrior. “ Let’s go that way.”

Madtomtuft nods a little. She allows Brambleclash to take the lead.

A bit further into the field, the two separate, hunting for mice.

Brambleclash decides to hunt near a log. A good choice, as she sees a mouse, scurrying off with a bit of fluff.

She springs on it. Grabbing it. Next to her the log groans. She drops the mouse.

She moves closer to the log, claws drawn.

The log- the cat laying on the dirt is alive. He appears to be a brown tom, with white spots. He’s incredibly thin, despite his large fur.

She presses her paw into him. His eyes shoot open.

Two familiar eyes. She can’t stop herself from yelling, “Longspur!”

Longspur lifts his head. He blinks away his drowsiness. “Bramble?”

She leans down, attempting to groom him. He pulls away. “I thought you were dead,” he whispers.

She swallows. Oh. When she left, there were a lot of things she considered. But none of them were the cats she’d left behind. The thought made her stomach curl.

“I’m alright, I found some other cats. Actually.” She turns back.

Madtomtuft was heading for her, mouse in her jaws.

She hurries to meet the younger molly. “Madtomtuft, I found another cat. He’s skinny but I think he’s uninfected!”

Madtomtuft looks stunned for a moment, but she quickly recovers. “Let’s get him to Cowbirdsoar.”

Together, the two of them help Longspur stand and walk him back to camp.

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