Still no picture but at least I added music -3- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ =CHAPTER THREE=Redstripe's Plan= Nettlepaw didn't come again the next day. The kits said he was away with a battle patrol to confront the rats. "Sending off a young apprentice with them like that," Mudpatch muttered. "An apprentice that is so clumsy." "At least he has light paws," I defended Nettlepaw. "Whatever you say," the dark brown she-cat grunted and went back to grooming her pelt. (Nettlepaw Speaks) I watched Redstripe's kits look up at their mother with confusement. "Where are you going, momma?" Otterkit mewed. "Don't worry, I'll come back," she licked the foreheads of each kit. "Figstar will look after you." After that, we left straight for the battle. "The plan is," Redstripe started. "Is we tear into their home and chase them out." "How are we supposed to do that?" I asked, confused. It is possible unless-- "Three of us have to claw a hole on the top of the rat's den. Then we leap into battle." I looked at the patrol, expecting yowls of approval, instead, they looked terrified. "Into the rat-infested darkness?" a senior shrieked. "This is a suicide mission!" I called out. Did our own deputy go mad? "We'll claw some holes at the base of the den. If you're too scared," Redstripe sneered. "Now, Nettlepaw, Azureleap, and I will create the hole on the top while at least four of us create the one around the base. Rest of you wait and surround," the deputy ordered. The patrol looked uneasy, some looked like kits who had witnessed their mothers' death. "Come on, the holes won't create itselves," she flicked her ear before bounding away, towards the shadowed den. (Swanfeather speaks) I sighed, the deputy's kits had kept their worried expressions since Figstar left to attend his duties. It was quite strange, though, how a Clan works when both their deputy and leader are away. We are quite an independent Clan. One day, Redstripe was taken away by a twoleg while Figstar got lost looking for her with a small patrol. Five days later, they came back. I guess they were worried, but we managed without them. "Swanfeather, could you tell us a story to distract us?" they pleaded. "Alright," I replied, yawning. The journey was exhausting. It took longer than usual since the patrol decided to take the safer path, which was longer than the normal path. When they mean 'safer path' it's more like a 'steep hill leading to the marshes of what the elders call 'The Lost Territory.' Quail-leap looked at her sister , worried if she would fall down. "I'll be fine," she always says when Quail-leap gives her a worried-sick look. "Remember that time I climbed that gorge? I almost joined The Above!" her sister laughed. "Why don't you name Quail-leap's sister?" Whitekit asked, curious. "You'll find out later," I meowed. Quail-leap sighed, how can her sister be so happy in times like this? "Hey Snake-" she started, but then stopped dead. Her sister wasn't there. She looked around frantically, calling out her name. A shriek pierced the cold air, "Quail-leap!" She raced towards her fallen sister's direction. She was dangling off a slippery ledge, claws frantically trying to grip at the mud. "Somebody, help me!" she yowled, losing strength. Quail-leap reached out for her sister, but at the same time, Snaketail lost grip and fell into the unknown shadows. Yowling, Quail-leap leapt after her. "W-What happened to her?" Otterkit stuttered. "She grieved so much, she even lost memory of her sister's name," I sighed. "It's Snaketail," Whitetail pipied in. "Hey, I wonder how the patrol is going." (Back to Nettlepaw) Chaos. It seemed as if Redstripe's plan failed, but at least we got to drive out a few rats before fleeing. Some members of the patrol argued with Redstripe on how foolish her plan was. As we crossed the ancient outcrop that loomed over the thunderpath below, they still were yapping. I wonder what Redstripe's next plan is. END OF CHAPTER
You now finally know that her name is Snaketail (Quail's sis) :p
