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He went however, paws skittering across the hot sandy trail, with a quick leap he sprung himself over a rotted wood fence. Leading, he looked around; the place it was still covered in twoleg junk, rusted and decayed trash sat in the weeds.

The sun on his back felt lovely, he threaded lightly; his mind wondering to Twoleg place. The narrows alleys, the crumbling thunderpath, and the rumbleing of the Sliversnake, he couldn’t forget the whistle either. It sounded just like a hiss, as it chugged. One noise the train didn’t make, was the sounds of pawsteps just behind him.

With a thud he was pinned to the ground, he could feel whoever’s claws digging into his pelt. He managed to strain is head up, he could see a white paw, and ginger fur just above that. Breathing in, he realized it was a Molly pinning him down, and she didn’t seem interested in letting him go anytime soon.

“ What’s wrong with you? “ Leo spat. The shecats claws sunk deeper within his pelt, piercing his skin. Leo’s yowl was cut off by a voice. “ How stupid do you have to be to trespass? “

Leo felt the weight above him lighten ever so slightly, with a kick of his back leg. The Molly yowled and stumbled off him, as fast as he could, Leo stood. He now had a better look at the who had attacked him; Green eyes, vibrant orange pelt, white underbody, and fangs barred in a snarl.

Leo tensed, he balanced his weight on his hunches. Claws ready to release any moment, he was about to pounce. “ First of all, I ha- “

His antagonizing remark was cut short, by a loud shout. “Deerpatch, what happened? “. A fox length away , came bounding a liac tabby. Both of the cats stopped to look. The stranger’s eyes were open, tail stuck right up, and their fur bristled.

“ This fleabag is on our territory “ Deerpatch, hissed. Leo remained still, barring his fangs. His pelt was matted with dirt and blood, while the molly seemed untouched.

The tabby pressed their ears back, and started to mumer something to the ginger molly . “ Did you ask hi- “

Leo charged and hurled himself at the shecat, claws ripping her long fur. She yowled and started in a attempt to buck him off, the second shecat stood bewildered. Finally she slammed into Leo’s side, knocking him into the dirt. As Leo looked up, he could see she looked panicked. Her left paw was stretched above him, claws out.

A gust of wind blew by, causing nearby branches to rustle, and a once neatly sorted pile of leaves to be lifted and scattered. A gray tabby hurled herself up, paws outstretched to catch them. Though as she dropped back down, she had only caught herself and a face full of dust. Looking around, the Molly sighed. Stonetuft looked around the limestone quarry, the camp in front of her was empty and quiet, she remembered; it was Thornbelly, she had to visit.

Still catching her breath, Stonetuft stood in front the nursery; the burrow’s entrance shrouded in red hyssop, she pushed past the wall of plants. The first scent she noticed in the darkness, was the faintness of milk. Once her eyes adapted, the healer moved forward to approach the tortoiseshell queen. Thornbelly was curled up in a nest of dried foliage, which sat in the very corner of the den.

“ Thornbelly, it’s me Stonetuft? “. The queen stirred before looking up, the two kits noticeing their mother’s movement started to mew. “ What is you need? “.

“ I promised yesterday I’d come check on you. “ she spoke quietly, leaning in so other she-cat could hear. “ Oh, right “ Thornbelly huffed, she broke gaze to look down at the two wriggling kits by her side. One was patched colored like her, and the other was a brown mackerel, who shared her stripes.