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I'm not allowed to play jokes anymore. rolleyes My friend's sister takes things way too seriously.
Sorry for the wait. Writer's block is more annoying than my dog Remus on caffeine.
daimaoh_kat: Thanks. I hoped it was.
Page Seventeen
Koryo couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. Nothing looked suspicious: Scaide and Shira were chatting with a pair of toms from the other clowder, Kaymi and Willo were going hunting, and Tenaku was engaged in a vicious play-fight with another training-kit. Koryo had to wonder if Tenaku remembered that it was only a play-fight.
"There's more than meets the eye here," murmured a voice beside him. Ariya had come up without being noticed.
"You got a wierd feeling too?" Koryo's deep meow inquired.
The medicine cat nodded, absentmindedly moving her paw around in the dust.
She looked up at him, and he noticed how young she looked. Ariya wasn't neccacarily old, but she was much older than her voice or features betrayed. Jealousy wasn't a feeling that gripped Koryo often, but he couldn't help but envy that thing about her.
"I've noticed things," Ariya went on, flicking her red-pointed tail. "At night, that big Second tends to slip out, and he normally has two or three cats with him, the same ones. And I know he's not hunting, because he hardly ever comes back with prey. I've considered following him, but I don't think I should."
Koryo wondered why he hadn't noticed this for a split-second, but then he remembered that while Ariya had a tendency to skip sleep and keep working, or checking her stores, or gathering herbs untill she couldn't go another hour without nodding off, he slept like a rock.
"Have you told Merra?" he asked suddenly.
The slender she-cat shook her head. I'm going to. Now, actually." And with that, she turned and padded over to where Merra and Azenek were sharing a large rabbit.
Koryo stalked over to a bush for a nap. His last thoughts before falling asleep were: Something is definately not right.
Shira too had a feeling in her half-of-a-tail. A group of warriors from the other clowder was crouched in the shade of a low bush. Most cats simply went by, either not noticing them, or not paying attention.
But Shira noticed. Whenever they heard a cat pass them, they tensed, but the tone in which they were talking grew more relaxed. Shira couldn't tell what they were saying, but the feeling in her tail was telling her to stay and listen.
She wondered if it had anything to do with her new friend Willo. She doubted this, but couldn't think of a better reason.
She had been sitting here, observing them, since Scaide and Atrun had gone hunting. Shira liked Atrun. He seemed a little like an older brother to her. To Scaide...Shira giggled. It was all too obvious how those two felt about each other. Shira wondered what they would do when it was time for her clowder to leave.
Suddenly, her attention was again focused on the cats under the bush. Another tom-cat from that clowder had padded over to eat a mouse within earshot of them. They watched him for a moment, then leisurely got up, and padded across the camp to another shelter, and lay down inside.
Shira rose to her paws and turned to follow them, but decided that they might catch on to her, so she settled back down, and watched a beetle trek across the clearing.
 Lupine Pyrefly · Wed Sep 28, 2005 @ 02:17am · 0 Comments |
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